Unknowingly, Tang Liuli was once again immersed in her childhood memories.
She inexplicably felt safe and warm hiding under the stone chair, which made her think of many interesting things. She couldn't help but laugh, not knowing where she was.
After an unknown period of time, Tang Liuli felt that something was wrong. She suddenly realized that the sky was already bright, and she had been squatting under the stone chair for the entire night.
This ...
Was she really retarded?
Tang Liuli was still in a daze when she heard a gentle voice. ""Third Miss, why are you hiding under the stone chair? It shouldn't be very comfortable there, right?"
"Uh ..." Tang Liuli looked towards the source of the voice and saw that it was that bastard Zhu Wuyang again. ""It's none of your business. I'm picking up things here. Goodbye!"
