Yun Jianchen's voice was very smug.
Song Huanyan just wanted to give him a good kick.
Just now, Yun Jianchen had been fiercely eager, rushing as if a wild beast were asserting its territory… impatient beyond measure.
She could imagine that when she got up tomorrow morning, she would definitely be covered in bruises.
The bastard.
The nanny would see those marks.
What would the nanny think of her?
Would she think that she was a lascivious woman with strong desires? Not even out of confinement and already…
Song Huanyan didn't want to bother with Yun Jianchen, so she took out her phone to play. To protect her eyes, she played sparingly, but she did play.
Playing with her phone meant scanning the news, browsing Weibo, and then chatting with Qiao Chuchu and the others.
After scrolling through Weibo for a while, her WeChat pinged.
Song Huanyan opened WeChat to see messages from Qiao Chuchu and the others.
Qiao Chuchu: Song Huanyan. Are you there?
