The next day.
Hearing that they had arrived, sacred hands excitedly rushed to the green sea Villa early in the morning.
He had accumulated a lot of grievances in Rou city during this period of time, and he had waited for them to come. He had to seize the opportunity.
Hence ...
Half an hour passed ...
An hour passed ...
An hour and a half passed ...
When Lin Hanxing, Lei Xiao, and the rest woke up and came down, they were greeted by the sad eyes of sacred hands little cutie, who was hugging a pillow and lying on the sofa with a sad face.
She exuded a weak, pitiful, and helpless emotion from the inside out.
"If there's something, it's Zhong Wuyan. If there's nothing, it's Xia Yingchun!"
Sacred hands rested his chin on the pillow and spoke in an aggrieved manner.
"Hmph!"
He turned his head away and threw a tantrum.
"You're still acting like you're being wronged!"
Yan beiming sat on the sofa with his little pig in his arms and started yawning.