Yi Ling took the towel and wiped Yan Huan's hair as she was spouting vicious words from her mouth. It was true that Ye Xinyu was too pretty and had a soft personality, no one could predict what he could become after staying in that callous and cruel mall for long. Nevertheless, as long as Lei Qingyi and she were still there, they would not let him be at any disadvantage. After all, he would get mature after being picked on for a few years.
One had to grow up eventually. You either chose to grow up by yourself or you are forced to do so.
She grabbed a hairdryer to dry Yan Huan's hair.
On the other hand, Ye Shuyun placed the flowers she brought into a vase. The flowers gave out a faint scent, circulating the ward, so that Yan Huan could smell the fragrance when she was sleeping.
