Xin Ya, who was originally unhappy, was not unhappy at all. At least the people she liked were speaking up for her. So why should she be sad for those who did not know her, and the people she did not know?
Xin Ya thought about it and used her alternate account to give Jiang Yang the thumbs up. Then, she put down her phone and planned to sleep.
Even in her sleep, she could relax and laugh out loud.
Look, there were still a lot of people who liked her.
However, Xin Ya had not slept for long when the person who was so angry that he could not sleep directly came out and pulled her quilt away. Then, he unceremoniously grabbed her baby-fat face and pulled her up.
"AH --"
Xin Ya's face was pulled, and she woke up because of the pain. She saw Ye Cong standing at the side of the sofa looking down at her.
"What are you doing?"Xin Ya rubbed her face and looked at the man who pushed her away and sat down.
"I'm hungry. Go make some food."
