A Familiar Message

Once upon a time, Song Jingwan rejoiced that the Song Yaoyao she hated so much did not look like her.

But now...there was Mu Wei...

Zhou Manli had not returned from her shopping trip, and Song Rui was barely home.

Song Wenchuan came downstairs with his coat slung across his arm and saw Song Jingwan walking in with a sullen face.

"What's wrong with your hair? Did someone bully you?"

Song Jingwan's footsteps paused slightly. She clenched the hands beside her and slowly raised her head.

After the argument at the hospital, Song Jingwan had not spoken to Song Wenchuan for a very, very long time. It could not be denied that even now, Song Jingwan still held a grudge against him.

"Are you still angry?"

Song Wenchuan held his forehead. He handed the coat to the maid. "Wash it."