Old Master Lin Faking Illness

Fifteen minutes had passed since the end of the class. Old Master Lin looked at his watch and frowned.

She hadn't come over for lunch yet.

Could it be that Qin Sheng wasn't eating lunch?

Old Master Lin's brows were tightly knitted together. How could she not eat lunch? Wasn't she afraid of starving?

Old Master Lin stood up from the long stone bench.

He was prepared to look for Qin Sheng directly in the classroom. He had Qin Sheng's class schedule.

However, he did not walk too far before Qin Sheng appeared.

She would occasionally look down at her phone.

Old Master Lin's eyes lit up. He sat on the ground and beat his knees.

"Aiyo, this person is too old. I can't even walk."

Many students from Imperial Capital University passed by and wanted to go up to help. However, they thought of something and stopped themselves.

They walked past Old Master Lin one after another.