In the evening, Xia Yanbing returned home from work and saw that Lin Hongzhuang was back to her cheerful self, and she couldn't help but feel curious. Her silly friend seemed to have such a big heart, so quick to forget even such a significant event.
"Bingbing, Qin Yi is still somewhat useful to me now."
After dinner, Xia Yanbing returned to her room to continue working, and Lin Hongzhuang, leaning on the side, casually remarked.
"Hmm?" Xia Yanbing glanced at her in surprise, "That's rare—it's the first time I've heard you say something nice about Qin Yi."
"That guy's mouth is a bit sharp, but he's really good at comforting people. I talked to him about my troubles this afternoon, and his words somehow made my anger disappear."
Xia Yanbing's expression turned odd. Qin Yi, sharp-tongued? That was absolutely impossible. Qin Yi was usually so quiet he wouldn't utter a word even after being prodded with ten sticks, let alone being sharp-tongued, he barely spoke at all.
