C151 Youth Matter 1

Her head hurt, and a picture flashed in front of her, but she didn't have the time to look at it.

Her collar was pulled up, and she almost couldn't breathe.

A hand patted her cheek again and again. "Soong Jiajia, why don't you remember? How dare you complain to the teacher?"

"I'm telling you, if you don't return that five hundred yuan tomorrow