In the villa's living room, Zhuanzhuan stood obediently in front of Nan Fei, nervously saying, "Sister, you know everything? I'm sorry for disappointing you."
Jiang Yang was sitting on the first step of the staircase, supporting his cheek with one hand. Hearing Zhuanzhuan's words, a disgusted expression appeared on his fair, small face. He had guessed that facing Sister Nan Fei, Zhuanzhuan would definitely show a different face.
Always pretending to be honest.
"Shouldn't I know?" Nan Fei stared straight into Zhuanzhuan's eyes, hoping to see some hatred or dissatisfaction, even if just a trace, to make her feel a bit better. But she was disappointed.
In Zhuanzhuan's eyes, there was nothing but nervousness and unease, no trace of hatred or dissatisfaction.
