South Music Art Academy?
Tong Ran's heart suddenly lifted. What was Pei Ruoshui doing at the South Music Art Academy?
Her parents weren't here, her family was clearly not from Jinhai City, and at this time, she couldn't possibly be going to meet a friend...
Tong Ran felt her palms sweat. She gripped her phone tightly, subconsciously lowering her voice, "Loh Cheng, is she at South Music right now?"
"I followed her here to South Music. She went in for a while and now she's coming out, getting ready to leave. She drove herself, and I am following behind," Loh Cheng said as he lit another cigarette. The curling smoke cast a white layer over his handsome face. "Xiao Ran, can't you really feel it at all?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Tong Ran furrowed her brows. "Loh Cheng, just speak directly if you have something to say."
Loh Cheng's tone was serious, "I think Pei Ruoshui is Han Qingqing."
