C42 Don't want to stir up trouble

"Who is it!" I turned around in alarm, but a big hand covered my mouth, and a man whispered anxiously in my ear, "Eight o'clock, don't shout!"

"It's me, Little Jian." As the man spoke, I understood at once that an indescribable feeling had surrounded me.

"Let go." In the corridor, what would it be like if a neighbor ran into me?

Little Meng was quite obedient and stopped what he was doing