I’m Wronged, Ms. Song

Knock, knock!

Someone knocked on Song Jianyi's door.

Looking through the peephole, Xiao Le saw Ji Mingyang acting suspiciously and became nervous.

"Ms. Song, this person coming to your door in the middle of the night is up to no good!"

"You think so too?"

"Yeah! Should we call security?"

"Are you dumb? He's the sponsor of the show. Do you think the security guards would dare to confront the benefactor?"

"What should we do then?"

"Handle our own business!"

Song Jianyi gritted her teeth and exchanged a glance with Xiao Le.

When the door was knocked on again, Song Jianyi slowly opened it.

"Oh, Ms. Song, why aren't you asleep?!"

A laundry basket suddenly came down over his head.

A burst of chaotic fighting sounds erupted from the room. Xiao Le was relentlessly hitting him with a broom while asking Song Jianyi, "Ms. Song, am I doing well?"

"Great! I'll buy you a chicken leg later!"