However, she just couldn't hold her anger in and wanted to teach Song Chuchu a lesson.
In the evening, Changqing lounged comfortably on a pink float in the pool, admiring the moon.
What a comfortable life.
Changqing ate a biscuit and made splashes with her feet from time to time. She sighed. If only Duoyao was a man—she would definitely marry Duoyao.
She hummed a little tune.
In no time at all, the doorbell outside rang. She thought the delivery had arrived.
She quickly climbed back on land and covered herself with a towel as she walked towards the door.
When she got there, she didn't see the delivery man. Instead, she saw Song Chuyi standing tall, dressed in a shirt. She got such a fright that her legs shivered and she quickly turned to run away.
