"My face was cut by a weasel." Ye Ning giggled.


    "Wow, Dongge, you don''t have a weasel as a pet in your family!" Xiaomei''s mouth opened into an "O" shape. Obviously, she thought Ye Ning''s explanation was incredible.


    "No, how could it?" so ye Ning said this morning.


    "Dongge, you are really sad." Xiaomei patted Ye Ning on the shoulder with the hand that grabbed the bread to show her sympathy.


    At this time, ye Ning found a problem. How could Xiaomei, who had just worked seriously, pick up bread and eat it? Feeling forced when you came in?