"How do I know, I hate it, Sister Ricci? I asked you first, and pushed back the question." Lengthy little lips, not to comply with the protest.

"I think it would be better for you to ask him directly when he comes back. I don't want to talk about people behind other people's backs." Ouyang Ruixi smiled and imagined the sad look of the cold girl on the other side of the phone.

"Forget it, I'm not going to ask him about this on my own initiative, because I don't mean two hundred and nine (two hundred and five plus three and eight plus two)?" The cold girl turned her...