The night passed without incident.
The next day.
An Xiaxia washed her face and went to breakfast with her palms pressed against her sore waist muscles.
Dearie Sheng jeered at her. "Haha! Ugly Xiaxia and her aging limbs! Do you have back pain now? Take your melatonin!"
Such a blow at such an early hour almost gave An Xiaxia a stroke. "Are you calling me old? Plus, melatonin isn't even for back pain!"
"So, you know that." Dearie Sheng rolled his eyes. "I see you're not completely stupid."
An Xiaxia: "…"
Forget it. He was just an annoying kid!
Eating her breakfast while still seething with anger, she felt as if all her bones had been shaken loose and every muscle was screaming in pain.
The culprit sat there calmly eating his food, looking completely innocent.
