Gu Xiaoer's heart tightened, and she hurriedly shouted Qin Zhengrong's name, but there were too many parents and students at the entrance, more and more, the crowd squeezing tighter and tighter. Her voice gradually got swallowed by the noise, and Qin Zhengrong didn't hear her.
Han Luoli couldn't bear to let the girl scream herself hoarse. He didn't hesitate; he directly hurled the umbrella he'd prepared for Qin Zhengrong, aiming it at the backpack on his back.
Separated by more than twenty meters, and by several students and parents, Han Luoli still somehow managed to hit the exact spot he'd aimed for.
With a sharp "smack!", Qin Zhengrong snapped out of his own thoughts.
His face clouded with low spirits, he turned his head to see what had hit him, then lowered his eyes and saw the umbrella on the ground.
An umbrella…
Who gave it to him?
