Where Is My Key? It's For My Trike!

Xu Yue curled her lips and smiled as she remained quiet.

She looked sideways and her gaze fell on the young girl who was leaning against the railing.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed and her curly eyelashes looked exceptionally long from the side. Her hair was slightly messy, but it added a lazy and drunken air to her.

"Yeah, it's very beautiful."

Back when she was hanging around Song Jingwan, she was like a muddle-headed puppet. Song Jingwan's lies were clearly so clumsy, and her kindness was so fake, yet she actually believed everything and listened to everything.

At this moment, she was more clear-headed than she had ever been.

She had to stay away from idiots and advance towards a bright and beautiful future!

"Yaoyao, are you drunk?"

She walked over and gently touched her little face, which felt hot in her hands.

"Uh... No."

Song Yaoyao mumbled and slowly lifted her eyelashes.