Yan Shihao cried his heart out, unable to control himself.
However, He Qing and the other two shared a puzzled look, feeling an inexplicable urge to burst into laughter.
Cough, forgive them, but they just couldn't muster any sympathy at that moment.
Even the usually composed Lu Shaodan was struggling to keep a straight face, her lips quivering again and again. If she hadn't covered her cheek firmly with her hand, she might have been the first to lose it and laugh out loud.
Yu Dandan was gritting her teeth, her fists clenched so tight like she was harboring a deep rage, her expression extremely fierce. But, if He Qing hadn't been giving her stern looks secretly, she probably would've burst into hysterical laughter by now.
Poor Yan Shihao with tears blurring his vision couldn't see the expressions of the three girls clearly. Since they were silent, he thought his sincere emotions had touched them.
