"I said the person I like is Zhou Yuwen, did you get that?"
Li Qiang let out a strange hum from his bed.
It was an odd sound, hard to describe with words, akin to a whimper of a dog when someone accidentally steps on its paw, and then it retreats to the corner of the wall to make that noise, really weird.
So when such a noise came from Li Qiang's mouth, both Chang Hao and Lu Yuhang inevitably looked up in Li Qiang's direction.
"Qiangzi, what's wrong?" Chang Hao asked curiously.
Li Qiang buried himself in the quilt and didn't answer him.
Chang Hao tilted his head for quite a while, but since Li Qiang didn't respond, he didn't pay much attention. He had his own troubles to deal with, so how could he care about Li Qiang's issues?
Like Li Qiang, Chang Hao had also encountered a problem: Zheng Yanyan was ignoring him.
What really bothered Chang Hao was that he felt it was his own fault.
