She was a billionaire. She was a movie queen. She was Yan Huan. She had her pride, but she also had her bottom line.
She put the lunchbox aside and sat in the corner. She hugged her arm tightly. She was waiting, waiting for the old ancestor to leave. As long as he left, she could go back.
She smiled bitterly. Why was her temper so bad? If it wasn’t for the fact that she couldn’t swallow her anger, why would she suffer here? Why would she starve here and drink the northwest wind.
The corner could be warmer, but she was really like a puppy from somewhere. No one wanted her, and no one pitied her. She just hid in a small corner, letting the wind blow and the rain hit her.
She leaned her head against the wall and fell asleep. She was too cold.
“Huanhuan...”
“Huanhuan...”
Who Was It? who was calling her?
