Suddenly, being reminded of her childhood by Wang Linjia, Mu Yan felt a bit uncomfortable.
But Wang Linjia was determined to tease her.
"Insisting on having my malt candy, and if not given, you'd roll on the ground, crying like the world was ending..."
Mu Yan couldn't stand it and directly covered her mouth, "Sister Lin Jia, can you give me a little face?"
Wang Linjia pushed her hand away and laughed, "I'm just telling you, how am I not considering your face?"
Mu Yan, "..."
If she truly cared about her face, this matter shouldn't have been brought up.
Seeing her not speaking, Wang Linjia touched her nose and said, "Alright then, I won't say it, you can ask me if you want to know later."
Mu Yan chuckled inwardly; she didn't want to know at all.
Wang Linjia sighed, "I really didn't expect you to be that crybaby from back then."
Mu Yan gave her a glance, "I thought you said you wouldn't mention it."
