"Shut up!" Song Xuan said in a deep voice.
Song ran felt wronged. I didn't say anything. You just told me to shut up. I'm innocent.
"No matter what you're going to say, shut up!"
Song ran waved her hand. what I want to say is that I'm on your side this time. I feel that yang Haitao is a bastard. How could he lie to you like that? I really want to beat him up.
Song Xuan's eyes flickered. Song ran could see that her eyelashes were wet. It was obvious that she had been crying.
Her sister had always been calm and rational. She didn't easily reveal her feelings, but now, she was crying for yang Haitao.
He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Song Xuan did not say anything and rushed upstairs. Aunt Wu came over with a pot of Yang Mei, " salt-soaked plum. Ran, have some. It's very sweet.
Song ran waved her hand. just leave it. I'm not in the mood to eat.
Aunt Wu muttered and went back into the kitchen.
