"Dingding..."
Ye Chen held Yu Dingding tightly, his strength frighteningly forceful, as though he wished to mold her into his very bones.
Yet Yu Dingding seemed unfazed by his brute force, her eyes half-closed and brimming with mockery.
"Young Master Ye, you wouldn't be trying to tell me that the person who contacted me wasn't your Shuangshuang, that your Shuangshuang wouldn't do such a cruel thing."
Ye Chen's body trembled.
No, he recognized that account; it was indeed the one Qin Shuang used to contact him.
He was well aware that Qin Shuang wasn't some pure and innocent damsel; after all, kids raised in wealthy families are bound to be as cunning as a hornet's nest.
Nevertheless, he was willing to indulge Qin Shuang's whims, always feeling that even if she were bad, she merely played some harmless pranks.
Plus, since Qin Shuang had saved him before, Ye Chen was willing to clean up this mess for her.
