Having discarded it, Mengmeng still felt unsatisfied and stretched her little foot into the trash can, fiercely stomping inside, "Is someone trying to infuriate Mengmeng, actually trying to steal Mengmeng's husband!"
Stomp stomp stomp!!!
She seemed to regard the trash can as the person who wanted to steal her husband, ceaselessly stomping back and forth, almost puncturing a hole through the trash can.
Trash Can: What on earth did I do to deserve this!
"Don't your legs hurt?" Seeing her still stomping incessantly, Gu Zhihan genuinely felt pity for that trash can.
Look, it's even deformed.
"It hurts ..." She had been fine until he mentioned it, but then Mengmeng suddenly felt her foot hurting.
"Then why don't you take your leg out?"
A line of frustration crossed Gu Zhihan's forehead as he frowned, took the initiative to walk over, and pulled her leg out of the trash can.
