Wen Haoxue was rolling on the bed clutching her stomach. Wen Fengjie saw her like this and pointed at Zhang Qiuyan in horror, saying, "Is she really sick? I thought she was pretending." Then, seeing the tears squeezing out from the corners of Zhang Qiuyan's eyes, not from fear but from laughter, Wen Fengjie reluctantly sat down: "You two heartless people, laughing like this, how will you face my sister and Yunyun when they come back?"
"Hey, what have I done?" Wen Haoxue sat up from the bed, completely not sick, her face red and breathing smoothly, "It's their own fault. With her looks, she wants to rise from a branch to a phoenix, but didn't even weigh her own capacity. Does she think she can compare to Sister Manman?"
