Wang Yan had come to snitch and had ended up hearing an earful of a lecture from Zhang Jian. Hearing his words made her feel that she had been too petty with her actions earlier and had disturbed Zhang Jian for no reason.
It was only then that she came to know that Zhang Jian had already known about the disputes between the girls and he had also hoped for them to get along with each other.
Contrary to what he hoped for, they had been fighting among themselves and had been making him worry for them all this time, Wang Yan suddenly had an urge to bury her face in her pillow and bawl her eyes out.
Rock, the aforementioned favorite pet of Zhao Ling'er, was lying on the lush green grass devoid of all energy as if it had been knocked out of breath. It had never engorged itself so heavily in the past and the recent days had brought along some tough situations on the poor lamb.