Kapitel 63: What a Tragic Woman

At this moment, Le Yao, who was putting on a facial mask with Qiao Qiao, suddenly sneezed so hard that the mask fell to the ground.

"A cold?" Startled, Qiao Qiao quickly sat up on the sofa.

Le Yao rubbed her nose. "I think someone might be cursing me." Then she picked up the mask. "A hundred-dollar mask. Can I use this one in reverse?"

Qiao Qiao rolled her eyes. "Baby, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about my financial situation? Can you stop being so petty? You'll make me look down on you." Then she went back to sitting on the couch and scrolling through her phone.

Le Yao nodded. "I was wrong." She hurriedly threw the dirty mask into the trash can and went to get a new one to put on her face. As for the scolding she got… She scolded her so often, how could she care?

"What the hell!" Qiao Qiao suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Le Yao leaned over.

"Well…" Qiao Qiao trailed off.

"Another one scolding me?"