This girl, today she seems a bit unusual, not sure what happened.
Yao Ye's brows furrowed, slightly deep in thought.
Yan Yajing, on the other end, was eating the meal brought by Gao Dashuai, coughing while eating.
Gao Dashuai saw her looking haggard and felt sorry, so he brewed her a pot of tea, "If you have any anger to vent, just let it out on me."
"What good is it for me to take it out on you?" Yan Yajing said gloomily.
"But what if you get sick from keeping it all inside? You should know that if you get sick, a lot of people would be sad, including your dear little sister Shen Jiayin."
Hearing the three words Shen Jiayin, Yan Yajing put down her chopsticks and grabbed Gao Dashuai, asking, "You haven't told Yao Ye about that, have you? That damn girl, if she just entangles my man it's one thing, but if she dares to bother Yao Ye, I'll skin her alive!"
