In the bathroom, Song Xiyun was frightened.
What's going on outside?
But she had no choice but to play deaf and dumb, continuing to shower with the sound of water, and quickly the noise outside subsided.
So soon?
On the sofa, Jiang Nian snatched the phone. Leaving Xu Qianqian aside, he unlocked it to glance at the scores.
Almost simultaneously, he experienced a metaphorical blackout,
as a pillow whizzed towards him, knocking him down with a thud.
"That's what you get for snatching!"
"Wait a minute, do you have to hit so hard?" Jiang Nian lay down directly where he had fallen.
He was reminded again of the fear ruled by an LV bag hitting his face.
This woman never holds back.
But that wasn't him in the past, anyway, he still doesn't know what happened. That timeline was around twenty-eight years old.
Probably after breaking up with Zhizhi and before preparing to get engaged to his ex-wife.
Oh man, the relationships are seriously messed up.
