"Not too light, not too heavy?"
Jiang Changhai was struck dumb right on the spot, going speechless for a while.
Just these two sentences... they are already too much for this old man to bear in his lifetime. I almost died of shame, you know!
But it seems Dong Xiaoyan doesn't see it that way. She truly believes Feng Yin was being unfair!
Why was it so easy when it came to Jiang Changhai's turn?
How did he scold me so loudly, splattering my face with spittle, and in the end still not yield!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. When she returned to the small yard, her face was long, her mouth pouted, looking all sullen and ready to make trouble.
Her sharp gaze shifted here and there.
She strutted around Feng Yin, humming or sighing or coughing every now and then.
Just waiting for Feng Yin to ask her, "What's wrong with you?"
Then she could unleash her frustrations and rage.
