Chapter 1212 Are You At Home? I’ll Come To You

Ivanka’s lips twitched but she said nothing else. She continued to blow her hair. Meanwhile, Sandy casually browsed Twitter. She found it uninteresting after browsing for a while. Ivanka had finished blowing her hair. She put back her hair dryer, then took off her earphones and turned on the speaker. “Aren’t you sleeping yet?” “Not at this hour. I don’t feel sleepy at all,” said Sandy with a hint of sorrowful tone. Ivanka naturally sensed something was off about her, so she asked, “What’s the matter?” Sandy sighed. “Nothing. It’s just that I feel bored with my life.” The more Sandy talked about that, the more Ivanka sensed that something was off about her, so Ivanka pressed again, “Tell me about it.” “Sigh. Perhaps I’ve been too sentimental.” Sandy sounded a bit coy. She was no longer in the mood to browse Twitter. “What exactly has happened?” Sandy’s gaze grew increasingly complicated. Her face somewhat reddened, but more than that, she found it hard to say. Never in