But Jiang Qiyu did not disappoint her.
She looked at Jiang Ziran and smiled, "Meng Qiyan sleeps on one, I sleep on one in the first half of the night and one in the second half, and that's how we live."
Jiang Ziran: “…”
Jiang Ziran bit her lips and tears welled up in her eyes. "Wow! Sister, do you hate me so much? It's okay to hate me, but what about my fifth brother and sister Shu Fan? They haven't offended you, do you hate them too?"
This sentence can be said to have taken hatred to the extreme.
Jiang Wuhu’s fans and Yang Shufan’s fans started cursing at each other.
——"That's right! Our brother Wu Hu didn't do anything wrong. Can't you even give him a tent?"
——"Goko-ni is so cute! You have no conscience!"
——"A top singer sleeping by a stream, is this a sign of the annihilation of humanity or the decline of morality?"
——"He's just a small-time celebrity! He's only relying on Meng Qiyan's influence. I don't understand how you can be so frank!"
——"Our sister Shu Fan doesn't care! Get lost, you little idiot!"
——"Hey! By the way, where did Yang Shufan go? Why can't I see him?"
——"I haven't seen you for a while. I guess you went out for something!"
Jiang Qiyu ignored Jiang Ziran crying beside him and kicked her.
Jiang Ziran now had a stress response and dodged away.
Her tears churned even more as she ran to Jiang Wuhu to make tea.
"Fifth brother, look at me! Why is my sister like this? You have no place to sleep at night."
Jiang Wuhu scratched his silver hair. "Me? I can sleep in the same tent with Mr. Meng tonight, right, Mr. Meng?"
Meng Qiyan shook his head indifferently.
"No, I'm a germaphobe."
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