After sending back a thank you, Zhang Xinwan stared at the chat box with Mu Lingyun and fell silent for a long time.
She hadn't expected that when she was wronged, the one to stand up for her wasn't the friend she had in mind, but Mu Lingyun, whom she had previously disliked.
"Yong, do you think I'm really terrible? When something happened to me, none of those so-called friends were willing to help me. In the end, it was Mu Lingyun, the one I always disliked, who came to my aid," Zhang Xinwan said, looking up at Feng Yong and asking.
"Am I not your friend?" Feng Yong rolled his eyes with some dissatisfaction.
"Of course Yong is too," Zhang Xinwan suddenly laughed, "I mean, besides Yong."
In her heart, Feng Yong was not just a friend, but more like family.
The girl had chestnut-colored wavy long hair and liked to unconsciously twist a strand of it when thinking.
When she felt like she had done something wrong, she liked to bite her lower lip.
