Yinxing felt that he couldn't be blamed for this.
If someone had been receiving love letters frequently since elementary school, they would probably be tired of them by now.
But today, Yinxing had a task to accomplish. No matter what, Mai Xiaoqi's love letter must be shown to Xia Ye.
She was still thinking about Night's sneakers.
Yinxing directly leaned over and took the book from Xia Ye's hand.
Then she stuffed a stack of love letters into Xia Ye's hands.
Yinxing said with a smile, "Brother, anyway, watching me do homework must be boring. Why not read these love letters to pass the time? It's a much better use of your time than reading about quantum mechanics or computer science every day, isn't it?"
At this moment, Xia Ye furrowed his brow and glanced at Yinxing.
Yinxing quickly returned to her seat obediently.
Before Xia Ye could react, she opened her workbook, buried her head in it, and pretended to do her homework seriously.
