chapter 118 self-destruction

By the time Zhao Junhao finished taking a shower and went to bed, it was already past twelve o'clock. He saw Ling Shuangyue sitting back on the bed, grabbing her cell phone and clicking on it, and couldn't help but ask: "Who are you talking to so enthusiastically?" In fact, he had just heard a series of sound effects of opening WeChat red envelopes, and knew that someone must be wishing Ling Shuangyue a happy birthday and sent many red envelopes. Ling Shuangyue said with a smile: "Chatting...