Facing the instructor's question and that astonished tone, Lin Hai expressed that he had already run out of things to snark about.
Long Wuhui's eyes bulged out, Thirteen Butterfly Thousand Autumns, nineteen are quite "hall endurance", the oldest with abundant charming assets, the second with slender legs, the third heartrendingly cute, the fourth's English level absolutely surpassing level four…
"Instructor, actually, there are still a few people who haven't shown up today."
"What?" Long Wuhui's eyes almost popped out as he looked at Ouyang Xiaoya.
"There's also Ren Bingfei, Tao Xia, our company's front desk sister Fang, the head of the finance department Wang Muxin, and Zhonghai's Han Yixia or something; a few days ago, I heard him sleep talking, still calling out Doudou, Jiji or something."
After saying this, Ouyang Xiaoya glared fiercely at dead Beast Lin.
Long Wuhui turned his head with difficulty, disbelievingly staring at Lin Hai.
