"Just make something," Yu Xiaoran said casually, feeling slightly annoyed.
But it was just a bowl of porridge, he didn't care, any taste was fine.
Seeing he wasn't blaming, Mrs. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Ah Chen returned to her room, placed the bag on the dressing table, as if she had forgotten the pair of round eyes inside, and began to remove her makeup in front of the mirror.
The thing inside didn't seem to want to come out, whether it was out of fear, or some other reason.
It wasn't until her phone's notification sounded, she opened the bag and saw the thing inside squatting on her phone.
"Hey, little frog, you seem to be on my phone, can you move a bit?"
Turns out, the thing that fell from the sky and crawled into her bag earlier was a little frog.
The frog looked at the beautiful face outside the pocket, pretended to be startled, and moved to the corner.
