"Yue'er, seriously, do you hate me?"

Chu zhaoyue is still excited about her excellent acting skills and successful anti drama operations. Summer desert wind is on her head, and suddenly her voice is serious, saying this.

"hmm?"

Chu zhaoyue made a confused sound, but then her voice also became serious: "if you are saying that you pretend to be cook, it must be a little dissatisfied. After all, you have concealed me for so long, and have not told me the truth, which keeps me in the dark. However, to say hate, of course not. Since you have chosen this approach, you must have your reasons and difficulties, I understand....