Chapter 78: Lying Makes Your Nose Grow Longer

Blood? Bleeding?

Jiang Xiaorou's mind twitched, and her eyes slowly drifted downward. When she realized her hands were on her waist and the needle had already fallen to the ground, the liquid in the vial dripping onto the floor, and her hands...

"Ah! The needle fell, it fell, it fell..."

Jiang Xiaorou jumped up and down, making a fuss as if she had lost the baby in her belly. Even worse, she directly jumped onto Shen Yancheng's lap, sitting securely in his arms.

"What to do, the needle fell, what to do, the needle..."

Jiang Xiaorou clung to Shen Yancheng's neck and shook desperately, exaggerated, pretentious, despairing, panicked. The words in the Xinhua Dictionary could no longer describe her. Shen Yancheng sat upright, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What does that have to do with me? Get off." Shen Yancheng roared.

Heartless, emotionless creature, not a shred of sympathy, how could Shen Yancheng be so detestable!