I simply couldn't say the name, it was too embarrassing.
Suddenly, a small, separately packaged, shiny square object appeared before her eyes.
She grabbed it with delight, thanked the giver, and dashed to the dark bamboo grove on the other side of the road—no one could fault her lack of manners under such urgent circumstances.
If she hurried to fix things, maybe she could still preserve the innocence of her skirt in this world.
After quickly handling the situation, she felt a wave of relief wash over her and bounced back to Qin Muyu's side, her bright smile conveying her gratitude once again, "Thank you."
She didn't ask why he had a pad in his bag—the answer was obvious. She had heard a friend boast about how her brother always kept them handy.
Qin Muyu must have been used to always being prepared for Zhou Yuanyuan, and now he was looking after Yang Yuran like a sister. Having a brother sure was blissful~
"Let's go, we'll take a taxi back."
