"Are your grandmother's friends as tough a nut to crack as your grandmother?"
"Don't worry." Shen Zhilie laughed as he looked at Ye Qianqian. As though he were comforting her, and yet gloating over her misfortune, he said, "They won't be more difficult to deal with than my grandmother."
When Ye Qianqian heard his reply, she couldn't decide whether she should laugh or cry.
After letting out a sigh, she said, "It's really tough."
"Huh?" Shen Zhilie looked up at her.
"I keep having this feeling that the heavens are unhappy with me, which is why they want to torment me like this."
"Don't think of it that way." Shen Zhilie looked up at Ye Qianqian and said seriously, "What if the heavens merely feel that you're a pushover?"
Ye Qianqian glared at him, then reached out her leg to give him a kick.
Shen Zhilie laughed out loud and hugged her before saying, "Go to sleep. I'm tired."