C52 Suspicion?

The ninth month of the Yuanzhou was still hot. Shu Wei held her phone and paced up and down the connecting stairs on the side of the school building. Her hands were covered in cold sweat.

She could not tell Lin Shen.

She made up her mind that she would solve the problem herself.

Finally, she took a deep breath and dialed the number she had just dialed. Strange, it wasn't a foreign number