My Gift of Gratitude

Shen Zhao rolled her eyes and thought to herself, I don't think so. He only has a good temper in front of you. If you go and be his subordinate for a day, you will definitely grit your teeth in hatred.

Of course, Shen Zhao did not say these. If her cousin found out, the new piano that she had been longing for would be ruined.

"Yaoyao, go take an afternoon nap." Shen Zhao didn't dare to let Jing Yao look at her cell phone anymore.

Jing Yao had already developed the habit of taking an afternoon nap. She was indeed tired at this time, but she was too embarrassed to leave Shen Zhao alone in the living room.

"Go to sleep. I'll argue with them again. These people have aroused my fighting spirit." Shen Zhao saw that she was in a difficult position and took the initiative to speak.

Since she said so, Jing Yao didn't say anything else and went upstairs to take an afternoon nap.