Chen Zhiyang looked at his little vinegar altar and pouted, and couldn't help but go up and touch it twice. Yu Tao slapped his hand away to prevent him from touching it. Chen Zhiyang thought about it. It seemed that she had not been unhappy recently. Yu Tao glared at him, "Am I not as good-looking as the class beauty?" Chen Zhiyang's back was wet with sweat.