Zhang Meiqin: "..."
Fu Ziqian: "..."
Everyone: "..."
"Song Huanyan, you must be doing this on purpose." Zhang Meiqin glared at Song Huanyan: "Seeing that I'm as youthful as in high school, you're jealous."
"Yes." Song Huanyan nodded, smiled, and said: "I really am jealous of you."
Zhang Meiqin: "..."
"Oh..." Song Huanyan sighed theatrically, looked at Zhang Meiqin and said: "Meiqin, I really am envious of you, you have no worries at all."
"You can't find a perfect sports bra that fits for running."
"To be honest, it hurts a bit."
"Of course, not wearing a bra is a dream of nerds, but gravity hates you."
"You can't carry a crossbody bag, do you understand?"
"Even bra storage is an issue, they take up too much space, folding them takes up even more space... if you don't do it right, the drawer won't close. My bra cabinet at home is custom-made. It's way more expensive than a regular one."
