Wen Qiao gave her a look of deep-seated hatred, as if she had found a relative, and began to complain about Fu Jinghen's beastly behavior just moments ago.
A minute later, Wen Qiao watched with an expressionless face as Jiang Yao, who was laughing uncontrollably and rolling around on the bed, had her delicate feet twitching about, contemplating which body part would hurt the most if kicked.
"Ouch, I can't take it, President Fu, hahaha, drink more hot water, hahaha, hilarious."
Wen Qiao's voice was cold, "Is it that funny?"
"Yeah, hahaha."
Just as Wen Qiao's feet were about to touch Jiang Yao's butt, the room's doorbell suddenly rang.
Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao looked at each other, both of them saw confusion in the other's eyes.
"Did you order takeout?"
Wen Qiao: "No."
How could she dare to? If she swelled up with water retention the next day, what would she do?
"Then who's knocking on the door late at night?" Jiang Yao muttered.
