She swore on the happiness of her later life that the person with only one remark and a dot was ninety percent likely Ye Shengnan.
A big ripe melon was beside her, but the name of her best friend was clearly written on it. Should she eat this melon or not?
This was a question worth pondering.
Although both reason and emotion told her that she shouldn't eat this melon, her eyes couldn't help but glance over at Jiang Yao.
She saw Jiang Yao hang up the phone, then turn it off, and finally shove it back into her bag.
"Just ask whatever you want." Jiang Yao said: "I've sorted out my emotions quite well."
"Ah?"
How did this melon slice itself open and present itself to her?
Wen Qiao scratched at the corner of her eye: "Actually, there's not much I want to ask..."
Jiang Yao glanced at her: "Then forget it."
