"This seems to be my mirror. Why is it in your hands?" Wen Jing looked at the willow in astonishment. She remembered that the mirror had always been in her pocket.
Yang Liu said with a smile, "They were picked up in the parking lot!"
Maybe it was she who had accidentally taught those people a lesson! Wen Jing glared at Yang Liu and snatched the mirror from his hand. She looked at it and saw the face on which the mirror showed snot and tears. Her face blushed immediately and lowered her head in embarrassment. After a few seconds, she burst out laughing.
Yang Liu shook his head, took out the tissue that he didn't use in the morning from his pocket, and handed it over.
Wen Jing stretched out her hand and took it silently. She wiped it quickly on her face a few times. Suddenly, she raised
