Yang Chen let out a deep sigh.
A snicker came from nearby.
Yang Chen turned around and saw Ye Xin covering her mouth, laughing secretly.
"Are you mocking me?" Yang Chen said helplessly.
Ye Xin shook her head, "No, I'm openly making fun of you!"
Yang Chen felt even more frustrated.
"Look, now it's starting, people are beginning to retaliate, and you've suffered a loss in silence! Who's to blame for that!" Ye Xin laughed.
Yang Chen shrugged helplessly.
After a while, Yang Chen calmed himself and said to Ye Xin, "Do you ever feel this way?"
"What?" Ye Xin asked.
Yang Chen slowly said, "It's like you've planted a fruit tree, and it's starting to bear fruit, soon to mature, and then someone comes along and just picks the fruit off... No, no! This metaphor is still not right."
