Classmate

The boy's clothes did not look branded. They even looked a little faded from all the washing. He did not look like he came from a rich family, but at least he was clean. He did not look old and did not look like a cleaner.

However, Liu Man did not see the face of the person in front of her. She only thought that it was impossible for a cripple in shabby clothes to come to school, so in her opinion, this person was the cleaner hired by the school to clean up.

Wei Ji slowly turned around and looked at Liu Man in confusion. "Are you talking to me?"

Seeing Wei Ji's childish face, Liu Man realized that she might have said something wrong.

She frowned and questioned, "Are you also a student of this class? You're limping. It can't be."