C207 Bad Boy

An extremely familiar figure appeared in front of Zhang Xiaole. It was Lu Yiming, it really was him, he couldn't be dreaming right? Zhang Xiaole pinched her thighs, feeling pain, that kind of happiness.

"Are you going or not? Are you crazy?" The people behind Zhang Xiaole were getting impatient.

Lu Yiming ran over quickly and stood in front of Zhang Xiaole. He was excited