Chen Meng'er looked at Chen Haoxuan who had been holding the invitation card that Sun Miaomiao had given him ever since he got into the car. He didn't stop sighing.
In the end, he could not help but ask, "What are you sighing about?"
"Sigh, I was just worried. The invitation card that Sun Miaomiao had given me was like a hot potato." Chen Haoxuan wanted to throw it away, but he could not.
Chen Meng'er looked at her second brother who was frowning, but she covered her mouth and laughed unkindly. "All the boys in the class are envious of your luck with women. Why are you sighing? I think if Sun Miaomiao gave the invitation to another boy, that boy would be so happy that he wouldn't be able to sleep for days."
