"Wash your face first."

Doesn't she feel sick when she sticks so greasy?

"Tomorrow morning, but my feet won't go."

Lin Qianqian looked piteously at Ouyang tomorrow morning.

"Not going at all?"

"Yes."

Lin Qianqian reached out to Ouyang tomorrow morning as she spoke.

"Who opened the door to Tian Feifei just now?"

Lin Qianqian did not speak and then dropped her eyes.

"Go and clean it up, then come out and clean it up."

"Me?"

"Who else besides you? Is it me?"

"Why not Tian Feifei? Why?"

Lin Qianqian shouted excitedly again. When her eyes touched Ouyang's sharp eyes in the morning, she finally lowered her head. Her eyes...