"You're talking!" Seeing the silence of Song Mei's frame, Yi Nanzheng shoved her shoulder with regret.

"My aunt never thought that Song Wan's hair would appear in the room with snow in Yichen."

Yi Qingchen's tone of voice was evidently mocked with a certain degree. "Let Song Wan pretend to be her ghost by putting on Yichenxue's pajamas and go to your room again after she entered the room. You were in a bad mood for just a few days. Uncle has been living in the guest room. So even if Song Wan accompanies you, nobody will doubt anything. Aunt, you really took great pains."

Chu Qiao hears sad, but...