Ye Chen seemed to see through Qin Lan's mind and laughed, "What, you're dissatisfied with me, aren't you?"
Qin Lan paused and didn't speak.
"How about playing a game?" Ye Chen suddenly said.
Qin Lan glanced at Ye Chen, "How do you play?"
"Just write a random word on a piece of paper, and I'll guess it."
Qin Lan chuckled, "Sure."
In Qin Lan's eyes, Ye Chen's methods seemed childish.
Qin Lan grew up in a compound, and she knew too well the tricks of those playboys.
No matter what she wrote, the other party would use some ambiguous words to deflect.
Something like, are you worried about something lately.
You're going through a difficult time lately.
...
Think about it, it's really accurate.
In reality, who doesn't have worries, and as for going through difficulties, it's just a hocus pocus.
Who can always have smooth sailing?
Moreover, the most shameless part is the word "lately."
