Because of Leandro's words, Charlotte's face was still red when she got in the car.
She opened the car window, and the car slowly drove out of the villa. The warm summer breeze blew in, and the heat on Charlotte's face gradually subsided.
It was too hot, so she raised the window.
The air conditioning inside the carriage was sufficient, and she felt comfortable. She took out her phone and wanted to go on Twitter to read the comments.
Even though several hours had passed, her Twitter continued to receive constant private messages of blessings.
Charlotte's phone kept freezing as soon as she logged on. In the end, she had no choice but to use her secondary account to check the comments under her Twitter posts.
Before she went to sleep, there were only over 80,000 Twitter comments, but no
