The little girl wrapped the chocolates and carried the bag into the unknown journey.

As she walked out of the shop, she glanced at a birch tree in the distance, and the young men who had just gathered under the tree were nowhere to be seen.

She walked briskly under the shade of the campus, and the place became more and more remote and uninhabited, deeper and more secluded.

Three men were following not far behind her, the man at the foreground was Rawfordon, an anthropology major, whose family was fairly wealthy, and his father was a more or less honorary nobleman with titles, and he was also one of Veronica's admirers.

His sociological friend Richard deduces Hola's identity very accurately and methodically by linking various subtle clues, such as the time of appearance and the trajectory of her movements, that she should be Professor Herwin's child or junior.

Of course, he didn't want to use children to threaten Hervin, and although he hated the man who made Veronica unhappy, he wasn't a despicable person who would do anything to children.

On the one hand, he followed the girl to find out Hewen's address so that it would be easier for them to move later, and on the other hand, he hoped to take this opportunity to find out Hewen's information from the child's mouth.

Veronica never had an enemy, as all the people she didn't like had someone to clean up.

As they followed the girl farther and farther, Roschelton couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart, as if they were stepping into a terrifying trap elaborated by ugly monsters in human skin.

Rawton forcibly suppressed the unwarranted fear in his heart, and felt a touch of absurdity that he would feel scared when he was stalking a little girl with two other adult men.

As they slowly moved away from the crowd, Rawton still felt strange, and his companions made the same opinion, so they planned to stop Hara directly.

"Hey, kid in front. Under the influence of hormones, Roshuton hurried behind Hora.

The girl stopped, and Roschelton noticed that the girl's stoppage was natural, even natural, as if she had been ready to stop.

She had been waiting for them to speak.

Rawton didn't know why.

Hara turned her head and looked at them with her big, sparkling eyes.

Strange emotions spread in Rohudon's heart, he didn't know why, he always felt that something was wrong, there was something hidden under his nose that he had overlooked, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the obvious truth.

Hola had long been noticed, and the eyes of the three men had been glued to her, which was why she hadn't taken the road home.

Three men stood in a triangle on Hora's left, in front and on the right, surrounded her like warriors fighting against dragons.

Lotus ramen open-air is really curious:

"Is there anything going on with the big brothers?"

Rotheton asked:

"Is little Hera Professor Herwin's child?"

Hola showed a puzzled expression that children of this age would have:

"Who is Herwin?"

The three men looked at each other, did they make a fuss?

One of the three admirers was the one who was less familiar to the two, a tall, fierce man named Abbas, who felt the anger of being fooled.

He looked at Richard, a sociological friend at Roshedon, and expressed his doubts with his eyes.

Before Rawton could react, his friend shook his head slightly, indicating that the girl was lying.

Lordton gestured slightly, preventing the two from speaking, he squatted down and smiled and looked at Hola and said:

"Kid, who are your parents?"

Hola looks timid:

"Mom and Dad said I couldn't talk to strangers about the house. ”

Rawton used the knowledge of the class, while driving the muscles of the corners of his eyes and cheeks, to make an amiable smile:

"Big brothers are not strangers, we are students here, it is our responsibility to protect cute children like you, we are just worried about whether you will encounter any danger when you wander around the school alone. ”

Hola looked a little hesitant.

Abbas swung around impatiently, and he looked at little Hara with an unkind gaze.

The girl seized the opportunity, a frightened expression welling up on her face.

Roshuton turned his head angrily and looked at his companion, while Abbas ignored Roshuton's gaze indifferently.

He was going to succeed in getting his words out.

Richard sat down on the ground and whispered softly to Hara:

"Don't be afraid, kid, he just looks a little fierce, but this guy is a good guy, isn't he, Abbas?"

He elbowed and stabbed Biabbas in the thigh.

Abbas reluctantly said:

"Even if you're right. ”

Hola finally spoke:

"I'm the granddaughter of Grandpa Anthony. ”

Dean of the School of History?

When Rotheton got another answer, he stood up impatiently, and pulled his companion to leave.

His friend was about to say something, but when he saw Rawfordon's eyes, he consciously shut his mouth.

Rotheton said politely:

"Thank you, little sister, then the brothers will rest assured, let's go first. ”

After saying that, Luo Xiuton pulled the two of them together and walked towards the way back.

Abbas says:

"So your friend made a mistake? Rutton, you swore to me. ”

The male student with eyes smiled apologetically.

Abbas shook his head:

"Don't pull me in this kind of thing in the future. ”

Then he immediately parted ways with the two of them, and they didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, because he was the kind of character who relied on his strong body to recklessly ignore the feelings of others.

Richard looked at Rosheuton:

"She's lying, and I can tell that Herwin was introduced to the school by Anthony, so she must know Anthony's name, and she's bluffing us. ”

Roschelton nodded:

"I know. ”

Richard looked at him curiously.

Rotheton simply said:

"Let's go, let's just not be here today. ”

He suddenly realized why he felt weird, Abbas was a man with a fierce face, and a child would normally be a little frightened when he saw three adult men like them, and was stopped, but Hara was too calm.

Not a composure beyond age, but a composure beyond common sense, which he vouches for with his professional achievements.

Abbas didn't really go back as he said he would.

He had learned by chance that Professor Anthony had no children.

A fierce smile appeared on his face, and he had his own methods for dealing with disobedient children, some methods that were not suitable for use in front of others.

He clenched his fists and moved in the direction that Hara had just walked, and it wasn't long before he saw the little girl's voice again, much sooner than he had imagined.

"Hey, stop me. Abbas shouted.

Hola paused.

Abbas shouted at the girl's back:

"You little liar, you're the daughter of Professor Herwin's garbage. ”

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