1925, Gradually Losing Control
Ye Zhuoming suddenly felt a bit nervous. Looking at Ye Tongtong's expression, it seemed he didn't know how she would react next.
He was somewhat expectant, yet somewhat nervous.
After listening to his words, would Ye Tongtong show a look of surprise, or would she dismiss them with disdain?
But what surprised Ye Zhuoming was that after a moment of silence, Ye Tongtong actually laughed softly.
"Hehe..."
Listening to Ye Tongtong's laughter, with seventy percent mockery and thirty percent ridicule, the anger in Ye Zhuoming's heart also gradually ignited, and his tone suddenly turned hostile: "What are you laughing at?"
As Ye Tongtong continued to laugh, she suddenly felt her eyes sting a bit, almost laughing out tears.
