Huh?
She left her things in the car?
At that thought, Bo Feng pursed his lips.
Always forgetful and absent-minded, what a sight.
Even as he said this, he still reached out to pick up the sketchbook.
On the cover of the sketchbook, there was a heart colored in with a red pen.
A girlish cover, with a red heart on the outside, deliberately left in his car.
Is this, a confession?
As Bo Feng thought this, a flush crept from the roots of his ears to his neck.
This, this wife of his, is always up to these tricks.
He had never seen a woman like this before.
With these thoughts, he yet pursed his lips and slowly opened the first page.
There were some texts mixed in.
Looking carefully, it seemed like a conversation between two people.
"Su Xiaoyan, keep me company for a chat."
"Chat about what?"
"About Bujidao~~so tired of this teacher's class."
"I don't like it either."
The messy handwriting required careful reading to make out the words.
