His little fox actually came to Manchester to participate in the competition and even brought the Chinese students to achieve good results. Xia Jinyuan finally smiled, but he suppressed it and pursed his lips tightly.
Her finger was injured. Just by looking at it, one could tell that the injury was serious.
After reading the entire English report, Xia Jinyuan pursed his thin lips until they looked like thin blades. His fingernail was turned over!
How painful it must've been!
Xia Jinyuan, who hadn't seen Ye Jian for a few months, kept holding the newspaper. Even without a frontal photo, he kept looking at the hand that appeared in the photo. It was as if he could see the person he missed through this photo.
"Xia, my friend, why are you hiding here? I've been looking for you for a long time!"