Nangong Yang snorted resentfully, tossing the spoon aside. Now even having breakfast gets her disliked!
At that moment, Huang Puchen's phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, a solitary smile appearing on his lips, even a layer of amusement spreading between his brows.
Nangong Yang felt even more frustrated!
See, see, another woman calls him, and his tone changes!!!
Fuming, she scooped the spoon harshly in the bowl, spilling porridge all over the table.
Even the porridge bullies her!
Not drinking it!
Nangong Yang simply freshened up, and by the time she changed clothes, Huang Puchen was still on the phone.
She had never seen Huang Puchen laugh so heartily; the bitterness in her heart surged like a fountain, stuck in her throat.
She yanked at her bag and coughed loudly.
Huang Puchen seemingly didn't hear, not even looking at her.
Nangong Yang coughed several more times, but ended up coughing too hard, choking for real.
