Exquisite appearance, but a passionate heart.
The ear-splitting speakerphone on the bus made Miao Jianjian grin in anger, suppressing the anger that was about to roar out, and kept reminding herself: Be reserved, be reserved, forget it, I am a little fairy, and little fairies don't even have a temper!
She thought angrily in her heart, how she looked like a scolding shrew, and imagined the confused expression on that person's face, and felt happy in her heart.
Then she paused, as if she had seen the news headlines tomorrow morning, waving to her happily: "The daughter of Ai Qianxi roared openly on the bus and looked extremely bad."
Miao Jianfan slowly clasped his hands and cried out sadly in his heart: Why am I not a boy?