"Not listening, not listening, a turtle chanting scripture."
Lin Mengyao covered her ears with both hands, shaking her head, and said.
"Hey? Turtle chanting scripture? Yaoyao, who taught you that? Zhao Min?"
Chen Feng asked somewhat speechlessly.
"Yes, I only believe in Sister Zhao Min now. You smelly man, Sister Zhao Min said don't trust you!"
Lin Mengyao nodded and said coldly.
"Sweat!"
Chen Feng was immediately speechless to the extreme.
What kind of brainwashing soup is Zhao Min giving Lin Mengyao?
He had only been away from home for less than half a month, and Lin Mengyao only believes her now, refusing to trust him.
Oh my.
Even if it's brainwashing, it doesn't have to be this thorough.
What is that girl Zhao Min up to?
Stirring things up like this, what's in it for her?
Thinking about this.
Chen Feng furrowed his brows and then looked at Lin Mengyao, asking, "Where's Zhao Min? I need to talk to her."
"Who's looking for me?"
