Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Vortex

When driving back, Fan Chengjun also sat in the back seat, and after saying a few words, he fell asleep with his head on her lap. Wu Bei's whole person seemed to have turned into a century-old porcelain statue, stiff and afraid of breaking, and his movements became slow and cautious.

She looked down at her phone, and the habit was to swipe WeChat messages and Moments each time, and then swipe Weibo, and if she still had time, she would watch the drama and play something else.

And this time, when she was checking Weibo messages, she unexpectedly found that her comment area was swiped. There are more than a dozen of the same content under each Weibo - sarcastically mocking her as a tour guide, not doing her job well, making so many things all day long, and even rising to the height of being a person, accusing her of poor tutoring.

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Chapter 29 of "May there be a lake to carry the returnees" The whirlpool is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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