Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Slowly Feel

ner, Ye Fan called Fatty. 。I want to go to South Africa, please arrange it for me. 。The phone connected, and Ye Fan spoke in a low voice. 。On the phone, the fat man pondered for a moment, then spoke:..."Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, the voice on the phone, which had been very gentle just moments ago, suddenly raised eight octaves. "Ye Fan Where did you go Didn't you say you were going to help me fix my computer after school You made me wait for so long, you wouldn't dare have played me, would you"

Ye Fan could hear that the voice on the phone was filled with anger. Ye Fan knew that after class just now, she must have been waiting for him in the office. (.No pop-up ads)

"That... Teacher, I had something urgent to deal with just now... I'm already at your office, but the door is closed. How about I come back tomorrow to fix your computer"

There are no classes with Ms. Su this afternoon, I guess she won't be coming to the office

"No! We're using this test set tomorrow, and I'm at home right now. Come over here immediately, I give you five minutes. If you don't show up after five minutes, humph!" Then there was just a dial tone on the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean 'hang up' Are you giving up Ye Fan wanted to cry. Even if you want me to appear in front of you within five minutes, at least tell me where you live!"inary people can't compare to. It seems like I still have a lot to learn from Lord Fan in the future... Huang Amao felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders and a long road ahead of him.In less tha...