Seeing Zhao Haimei's shrunken appearance, Lin Nianhe felt it was necessary to divert her attention.
"Haimei, you were pretty fluent when you were cussing just now." Lin Nianhe leaned in close to Zhao Haimei and teased her by poking her face.
Zhao Haimei indeed had no energy to bicker with Lin Nianhe anymore, rubbing her hands and looking up at the sky: "Cough cough, you, you heard wrong..."
"It's okay, it's okay, I understand. I have two friends who are the same. They start cussing as soon as they leave their parents, but you can fake it for a couple more days than them."
Zhao Haimei: "..."
She felt that Lin Nianhe was holding up a mirror to her.
"So why is that?" Lin Nianhe walked around her, very curious.
Zhao Haimei's true nature was exposed, yet she still didn't want to tell the truth.
What could she say?
