C37 Superficial Injury

"That's good, that's good …" Zhou Canglin heaved a sigh of relief.

Qiao Qianchu drank tea with him for another half an hour. After talking about some interesting things in school, she felt a stomachache, probably because of the tea on her stomach.

She looked at the time. It was still early.

"I'll leave first. Even if I cause trouble here