, was not familiar with. She didn't know that it was normal for Zhang Zhe to do many things, but Zhang Zhe was frank, and it was by no means a deliberate "concealment".
She said, "How is that possible?"
Meng Yang gave a strange laugh.
But he didn't say anything later, neither agreed to her nor explicitly refused.
Jiang Xuening waited for a while without listening to his reply, so she took a deep breath and stomped away.
Slipping back upstairs with the potato in her pocket, she lay down with all her clothes on.
Originally planned to fall asleep for a while, and pretend to be sick as planned at dawn tomorrow morning, but who would have thought that someone would sleep in the middle of the night, and in a daze, she would feel a chill all over her body, and a cramping pain in her abdomen, which made her wake up uncomfortable, with more pain on her forehead. It was a cold sweat, and the whole person seemed to have suffered from a serious illness!
She staggered to her feet, only to find that her limbs were weak.
No…
It's not pretending to be sick, it's real sickness!
Jiang Xuening was filled with awe-inspiring fear, took two steps, but accidentally bumped into a cup, and fell to the ground with a "pop", which was heard far away in the silence before dawn, alarming the people nearby.
After a while, someone knocked on the door outside, and it was Zhang Zhe's voice: "What's the matter?"
Jiang Xuening wanted to speak, but her throat was hoarse.
Then there was a "bang" sound, someone kicked the door open, and three or five people came in together, among them was Xiao Bao, who had invited her to dinner earlier, and when he saw her pale face, he yelled: "Sister What's wrong, what's wrong with you?"