"Xiao Ning, did you give him a beating? If it weren't for him, we would already be eating barbecue," Ye Shuangshuang was still thinking about the barbecue. She hadn't had a late-night snack in a long time and had finally found the chance, but it was ruined by that jerk.
Song Yan Ning grinned, "I did."
"Really? Was it harsh?" Ye Shuangshuang's gloominess disappeared instantly, and she asked with a curious face.
"It should be considered harsh," Song Yan Ning couldn't help but laugh out loud. She really liked Ye Shuangshuang's personality—outgoing, quick-tempered, and quick to recover.
Seeing Song Yan Ning laugh, Song Yanli and Mo Xier started laughing too.
Ye Shuangshuang looked at Song Yan Ning and the others with a puzzled face, "What are you guys laughing at?" She didn't think she had said anything funny.
