C389 Asthenia of Heart

Cen Ann sneered as she squatted and said, "Little sister, little sister. You are indeed an entertaining reporter. You are quite good at talking."

Jing Miao, with her hands tied, secretly moved backwards. She laughed dryly as she looked at Cen Ann. "How could I? I'm just a talker. Big Sis, please don't praise me. I, am not one to be praised."

Cen Ann was too lazy to bicker with her and said