As soon as she left, someone walked over from the opposite side of the school road.
"Nick." The person stopped in front of Jonathan Wilson.
Since childhood, Jonathan Wilson had been taught to be cautious of strangers. He held his backpack and took a step back, staring at the unfamiliar woman in front of him, "I don't know you."
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a villain." The unfamiliar woman, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, was very beautiful and fashionably dressed, "You don't know me, but I know you. Your father's name is Finn Wilson, your mother's name is Viola Harris, and you have a younger brother named Callum Wilson, right?"
The unfamiliar woman's words did not lower Jonathan Wilson's guard; instead, he took another step back, "Who are you?"
Seeing him like this, the unfamiliar woman had a flash of darkness in her eyes, quickly replaced by a sunny smile, "I won't hurt you." Saying this, she took a step back voluntarily, "Is this OK? I just want to talk to you."
