Wen Huihui reached out to pull the clothes off her face and forced herself to remain calm. Xiao ran, you've really misunderstood this.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Song ran kicked the plastic basin in front of her. The basin flipped over and landed on Wen Huihui. She was completely drenched.
"Misunderstanding? Wen Huihui, tell me, what did I misunderstand? " I misunderstood that you actually came here to wash jinghang's clothes on the way. Yes, that's right, you went 30 kilometers to your best friend's dormitory and washed other people's men's clothes, right? Wen Huihui, I've misunderstood you, haven't I?"
Water dripped from Wen Huihui's clothes to the ground. She was filled with resentment.
Song ran was so arrogant and bossy in front of her. She wanted to give her a tight slap and tell her that they were not married yet and that they could compete fairly.
And what right do you have to yell at me?
