C916 Protect Our God of Cross 117
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Waves after waves of loud jeers echoed throughout the hall on the first floor. A group of students stood on their stools as they watched the fun unfold in front of them.
Soong Zhiye was still sitting on the back of the sofa with his eyes open, watching Xu Qingdu bit by bit on that chocolate bar as it approached him.
Xu Qingdu was half-kneeling on the sofa
