After a while of anger, she continued to recite. But Zitong'er couldn't recite it. Her heart was getting more and more confused. The words on the notes seemed to have all changed, and the whole notebook seemed to just repeat three words-Li Yang.
"I can't stand it anymore!" Zi Tong screamed.
Hearing Zi Tong's cry, Yang rubbed the big bump on the back of his head, sighed, and smiled bitterly: "It's over." He fell weakly on the sofa, grabbed a cushion, turned over, and lay prone on the sofa, covering his head with the cushion. Harry and Cruz, who were standing by, showed helpless expressions at the same time.
With a bang, Zi Tong pushed the door open with force, and saw Li Yang lying on the sofa, and she jumped up in one step. Riding on Li Yang's back, her fists fell on Yang like raindrops
