Guang yee's headache

Guan Jingyi turned the handle of the door. The door was not locked, he tried to push the door, but it only opened a crack, as if something was blocking it.

Guan Jingyi stuck his head in and saw that it was the little woman who had fallen asleep while leaning on the door.

Guan Jingyi's heart couldn't help but tremble as he squeezed his way through the gap in the door.

Squatting on the floor and sleeping, Xu Anran regretted her part-time job to death. Why did he say such a bunch of shameless words just now?

Not only did he not feel sorry for her, he did not feel sorry for her taking so many responsibilities for him. Instead, he blamed her instead. She should be grieving for him and feeling cold in her heart.

She knew very well that she was still a sitting duck. She could not bear the cold nor cry, or else this would be the root of her illness for the rest of her life.