After Yan Ning traveled through time, he lived diligently and honestly.
But one day, when someone wanted to pinch her soft persimmon, she easily broke the thick wooden stick on her wrist and asked with a smile: "What did you just say?"
"Sister Yan, I was wrong." The other party was frightened.
From then on, her beautiful smile became a hidden weapon; her honesty and sincerity became a pretense; her willingness to help others became an ulterior motive...
Yan Ning: T_T I am really a good person!
Everyone: Drunk people say they are not drunk, and bad people of course say they are good people~
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