Ling Yuyan's brow twitched with irritation, her hands trembling as she continuously mistyped several characters.
But Zhang Dandan's typing speed was fast, her appearance of taking up the cudgels for someone clearly spilling out of the screen.
There was even a sense of déjà vu as if she herself had been betrayed.
—"You're just too good-natured to tolerate this kind of thing? You're not angry about Wen Mian and Pei Zhiyao being ambiguous?"
Ling Yuyan was naturally angry.
So angry that she didn't know how to respond to the other party, and for a long while, she didn't reply.
—"Yuyan, I know you care about Pei Zhiyao, so I stopped to help you take pictures today. If it gets out later, you better not tell anyone, okay?"
Zhang Dandan crouched down, deliberately staying out of Pei Zhiyao's line of sight.
On the other hand, Ling Yuyan, in a moment of rashness, flung her hand and declared:
