I understand Lin Nianhe finds it hard to deceive someone she knows well, but what she can't understand is why they don't believe her even when she's telling the truth.
For heaven's sake, she just wanted to eat an ice pop.
Lin Nianhe tried to struggle more, reaching out and tugging at Wen Lan's clothes, gazing at her with puppy eyes.
Wen Lan: "Silly girl."
Lin Nianhe clicked her tongue lightly and let go, turning to tug at Wang Shumei's clothes, looking all the more pitiful.
Wang Shumei: "What are you looking at?"
Those three words, spoken with a Northeastern accent, had a kind of soul-striking oppressiveness.
Lin Nianhe licked her lips and boldly retorted: "I'm looking at my beautiful and kind Sister Shumei, got a problem with that?"
Wang Shumei: "..."
The beautiful and kind Sister Shumei stood her ground and ignored her.