"Don't be afraid." Gu Zhihan held her hand, leading her downstairs, "Even if there really is a teacher ahead, I will not let go of your hand."
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
The next second, Luo Mengmeng saw their homeroom teacher standing in front of the parking lot, frowning at them, his gaze fixed firmly on their clasped hands.
"Gu Zhihan, let go of me!" Luo Mengmeng, fearing he would be criticized, thoughtlessly tried to release his hand.
But he held on tight and, after calmly calling out "Teacher" to the homeroom teacher, he directly led Luo Mengmeng away to get their bicycles.
At that moment, Luo Mengmeng could hardly imagine how dark their homeroom teacher's face had become.
The homeroom teacher certainly didn't expect Gu Zhihan, a good student like him, to be involved in early love, nor did he expect him to be so brazen as to not let go of the girl's hand right in front of him.
