"Not too bad?" Huo Jiantian said as he walked to the bedside, produced a mirror from somewhere, and placed it in front of Ling Yueyue. "Look at yourself now, don't you look like a madwoman? Fortunately, my dad wakes up early, otherwise, if he sees this, he would definitely divorce you immediately!"
Ling Yueyue glanced at herself in the mirror. Seeing her bloodshot eyes, dark circles, and messy hair like a bird's nest, with no grace or image, she merely pouted, indifferently said, "Who doesn't look like this when they wake up? I think it's fine, it's real! If your dad divorces me for this, I'll despise him!"
Upon hearing this, Huo Jiantian couldn't help but roll his eyes, "You're so naive! I've never met a woman like you!"
Ling Yueyue responded indifferently, "What kind of women have you met?"
