Luo Qianqian wiped her tears dry and then walked out of the changing room. Perhaps because she had endured too much mentally, she couldn't feel the physical pain.
"Luo Qianqian?" Yi Muhuan had been standing at the door the whole time. Seeing Luo Qianqian's impatience on her face, he turned apologetic, "I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood just now, and I lost my temper at you, even shoved you. You won't hold it against me, will you?" As he spoke, Yi Muhuan handed the bottle of milk to Luo Qianqian and cooly flicked back his hair, which hadn't been wetted by a single drop of water.
Luo Qianqian sneered inwardly and walked past Yi Muhuan toward the spot where her friends were.
