Han Le smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Song Ye looked at him worriedly, afraid that his little brother would do something unwise.

After all, in the eyes of others, Han Le is just an absolute pitiful person.

With Han Le's sensitive heart, I don't know how much torture I have to endure.

However, just when Song Ye was worried, a sarcastic voice sounded:

"You can still go out for a walk and laugh, you can still have a bright heart, Han Le."

"I'm waiting for you to kneel down at me in front of the whole school and lick my leather shoes."

"Don't take a year off from school and escape our bets."

Across the street, a man with white skin walked over with a smile, and there were several people following him.

Song Ye's face suddenly sank.

"Du Zefeng! Don't go too far!"

"Aren't you hurt Han Le miserable enough?"

Du Zefeng leaned his face over and said the most vicious words with a smile:

"not enough."

"I haven't seen Han Le's death yet, how could it be enough?!"

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Chapter completed!