Nian Xiaomu got more and more agitated as she spoke and totally did not notice that her tone was full of jealousy.
The thought of a mini Wen Yadai accompanying Yu Yuehan when he was young appeared in her mind.
Just like what Wen Yadai had mentioned, he took no notice of others and only allowed her, his savior, to get close to him…
They were both childhood friends, both young and innocent.
They even worked together when they grew up and had a high level of understanding with each other.
"Ah!"
Before Nian Xiaomu had the time to imagine the two of them holding hands and entering the sacred hall of marriage together, he ruthlessly knocked on the back of her head.
A hint of ridicule accompanied his deep voice and he said, "Why don't you write novels since you have such a rich imagination?"
"…" That wasn't her imagination, it was a rational speculation!