Chi Huan pouted, "Three hundred? Sister Yao, aren't you exaggerating a bit? Thirty is more like it."
"So you mean to say, even thirty is too few?"
Chi Huan coughed softly and began to play the pity card, "Then you know, I was dumped on my wedding day, followed by a cold that made me sick,
my body and mind were both heavily impacted, I wanted to hide away and lick my wounds, Sister Yao, we are both women, you can understand, right?"
"You were sick?"
"Just a regular cold combined with psychological fragility, but I'm all fine now."
Her voice was light and breezy, but Sister Yao frowned deeply on the other end.
Chi Huan had been nearly brought up solely by her since her debut, and though her emotions always seemed to be superficial, she had almost completely sealed away those she didn't want others to know about.
She let out a sigh, feeling a bit helpless, "Are you really okay now?"
