She stared at the computer, silently cursing Bo Jinyu, this dark-hearted man, yet she still hurried to reply to Zuo Aiai's message.
If she didn't reply soon, this hot-tempered girl might just storm over to the villa to find her.
[Ai Zi, I was so sleepy just now, I fell asleep.]
There was no reply.
Ye Anran blinked, thought about it, looked again, and felt that her excuse was too clumsy—she had never been one to complain of tiredness before ten o'clock.
So, she silently sent another message: [Alright, Aibao, I was wrong, I lied. You've not only smartly guessed what I've been up to, but you also saw through the lie I told...]
[This master has erred, this master truly didn't mean to flaunt my love to torture you, this master is also forced and helpless!]
[Life is tough, Aibao, you've got to be understanding of this master.]
