It was as if it had happened in reality.
&Quot; what kind of ghostly dream is this ... &Quot; mu Xiaoxiao mumbled, her little face scrunched up. Thinking about this dream made her particularly unhappy, and her mood turned terrible.
In his mind, that hateful voice was still echoing.
"If your husband and your father fell into the water at the same time, which one would you choose to save?"
Mu Xiaoxiao rapped her forehead in frustration to dispel the damned sound.
It was ridiculous. Why would he have such a dream?
Was the person who asked this question an idiot?
Yin Shaojie and her father both knew how to swim and didn't need her to save them.
Mu Xiaoxiao had been feeling depressed since early in the morning. After getting up, she felt her head spinning, as if she had caught a cold.
"Oh right, what time did I fall asleep last night?"
She tilted her head and thought about it, but she didn't seem to have any impression of it.