Song Shijia tossed aside the Coke bottle and clapped her hands.
She lazily said, "Wu Qing, if you're hoping I'll bring up the things you did in junior and senior high school, then keep flapping your mouth."
Wu Qing was about to explode, but upon hearing this, her expression changed, and she instantly froze.
It's just that her face, with makeup smeared all over, still looked terribly grim.
With her hair fizzing and bubbling with Coke, she couldn't look more pathetic.
She glared fiercely at Song Shijia, her lips trembling with anger, but she said nothing.
Clearly, she was scared.
The two other girls by her side quickly grabbed tissues to wipe her hair and face.
Song Shijia didn't glance at her again and dragged Yun Qiluo, who had finished paying, away.
When they reached the door, she noticed Yun Qiluo wasn't saying anything.
