
"i don't think it turns out you're the principal's son. Why not be honest, yesterday you just said a ride-hailing just the same school principal, know he's your papa" the greeting began their conversation behind the school warehouse, a place that would not be attended by other students if they were not interested, such as taking items ordered by the teacher.
"then why if I'm the principal's son.you don't want to be friends with me anymore...?" Sharlin raised one eyebrow
"where it may be like that, even the opposite.we will continue to stick to you like stamps, who ...