"Since you don't want to go with me, so be it!" Yin Xiaofan, who wasn't afraid of twisted shadows, had always told you.
She glared at Yin Xiaohong and walked into the room.
"Jingying, are you there?" So when she reached the door, she called him first.
"Sister Xiaoyu, it's yours." Wang Xinying walked over from inside the room, following the sound of the clothes.
Hearing the movement in the room, you breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, you arrived. Otherwise, Yin Xiaohong would have taken advantage.
I opened my eyes wide. I didn't know what Yin Xiaohong thought.
Yin Xiaofan, too, was filled with rage and resentment, and it had become a habit here.
Quickly, she opened the door, and in front of the girl, Wang Xinying's face lit up with joy.
"Sister Xiaoyu, you came to see me," Wang Xinying said with a smile.
"I was ordered to come here, and I didn't know you would recognize him," the girl pointed to Yin Xiaofan beside her.
