Qiangzi: Ah... I really feel sorry for those honest people.
Song Huanyan: Qiangzi is an honest person.
Qiangzi: ...
Huang Qingqing: ...
An Yue: ...
Qiao Chuchu: ...
She felt the topic had veered off course again.
So boring.
The injuries on her body hadn't fully healed yet, and she couldn't go to work. She could only browse the web, read gossip and entertainment news, and chat with her girlfriends. But these girlfriends... what girlfriends? They were complete frienemies, not even a bit sympathetic to her injuries, only knowing how to stab her in the heart.
Ah...
...
Fu Ziqian returned home from the army. Qiao Chuchu was curled up on the sofa playing with her phone. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw Fu Ziqian, tall and straight in his military uniform, walking toward her. She snorted in her heart, lowered her head to continue looking at her phone, as if she hadn't seen Fu Ziqian at all.
