"Sorry, Ruannuan, you've had a hard time."
"Sorry for what?" Wen Ruan blinked in feigned surprise, "Our President Tang is busy day and night, with the whole world in mind. Occasionally, in the gap of work, he 'experiences' the 'local cultural customs', contributing to the local GDP and emotional consumption. This is such a good thing. How could I blame you? I'm proud of you, if anything."
"Uh..." Tang Song was left feeling guilty under this sarcastic jibe from the big sister.
Of course, most importantly, he was hiding things about Zhang Yan in his heart, and if he revealed them...
He really didn't know how to start.
Seeing Tang Song's guilty look, the sarcasm on Wen Ruan's face faded away, replaced by a sly smile.
She lazily leaned back on the sofa, her body stretching out freely, the stunning curve resembling a snow-covered mountain range under the warm yellow light.
