Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Slowly Feel

d exclamation came out of his mouth."What's wrong Master (Nangye)!" Both Qi Shu and Lin Long spoke at the same time."Look for yourselves...(Percent sign)" Liu Tiannan directly handed the photos on his..."Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, the voice on the phone, which had been very gentle just moments ago, suddenly raised eight octaves. "Ye Fan Where did you go Didn't you say you were going to help me fix my computer after school You made me wait for so long, you wouldn't dare have played me, would you"

Ye Fan could hear that the voice on the phone was filled with anger. Ye Fan knew that after class just now, she must have been waiting for him in the office. (.No pop-up ads)

"That... Teacher, I had something urgent to deal with just now... I'm already at your office, but the door is closed. How about I come back tomorrow to fix your computer"

There are no classes with Ms. Su this afternoon, I guess she won't be coming to the office

"No! We're using this test set tomorrow, and I'm at home right now. Come over here immediately, I give you five minutes. If you don't show up after five minutes, humph!" Then there was just a dial tone on the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean 'hang up' Are you giving up Ye Fan wanted to cry. Even if you want me to appear in front of you within five minutes, at least tell me where you live!"ed"Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!The voice was very pleasant, like a babbling brook, and it sounded like the singer had good technique. Perhaps she was even a popul...