A puzzle lies in front, perhaps completely baffling, but if there are two pieces, it can invoke search and interaction.
Old Min's shout also infected Tong Dan, whose attention was just on the boss. Now, she carefully observed the other party, and a look of surprise and doubt gradually appeared on her face.
Hey hey.
Doesn't he look a bit like their high school homeroom teacher?
"Qing Gege, look, isn't he..."
Tong Dan quickly pulled Fang Qing secretly.
It's been seven or eight years since high school, and Tong Dan couldn't confirm for a moment.
"Mr. Min."
Alright.
Fang Qing's voice gave her the answer.
"Ha, it's really you two girls, you've grown so beautiful."
Old Min raised a warm smile, wiped the sweat from his head, changed his previous gloominess, and loudly introduced to his basketball friends.
"These are two of my former students."
