Your stomach was already not in good shape.
No one knows how much coffee you've been downing lately, or how much tea you've been drinking.
Did it affect you?
"I'm so sleepy, mom."
"Listen to me, Manman."
Song Rong stood her ground against her.
And Jiang Muwan?
Not wanting to drag the tug of war between the two any longer, she had no choice but to get up.
Sitting at the edge of the bed for quite a while before she felt her soul return.
On this day, Jiang Muwan got up.
But her soul didn't.
Someone who hasn't slept well naturally can't eat, she snacked a few bites trying to pacify Song Rong.
But alas, not only Song Rong, even Yu Se was persuading her.
The two sat next to her, taking turns to talk.
Jiang Muwan's brain was clamoring frantically.
That morning, after finally escaping the clutches, Jiang Muwan turned and went upstairs, intending to catch up on sleep.
She had just risen.
Not a step had been taken before she collapsed headfirst onto the floor.
