He was uncouth and unbearable, and his shoes were stained with some yellow mud. He looked like the laborers on the news.
The other party turned around, and Jiang yiran could see it clearly. It was yang Hua.
Jiang yiran's expression changed. When the other party looked over, she immediately turned around and used her classmate to block her.
He didn't want yang Hua to see him.
"What's wrong with you?" The female classmate beside him asked with concern and followed Jiang Yiran's gaze.
The other students had already gotten on the bus, and those who got off had already left.
Only a middle-aged woman with a snakeskin bag was left at the station.
Jiang Yiran covered her face, not wanting to let her classmates look at Yang Hua again. She lowered her head and said, " my stomach hurts a little. Can you help me? let's wait for the driver at the intersection over there.