But in just a year, times have changed, and now she's the one I have to look up to.
Zhou Lifen was undeniably angry; she couldn't accept being suppressed by a girl she used to mold at will. Yet, at this moment, Mu Yan was like a towering mountain, intimidating and awe-inspiring.
A car sped past her, the wind it caused almost knocking her over, making every pore on her body stand on end. She shivered unexpectedly.
In an instant, her heart turned to ashes.
She had lost, completely lost.
On the road, Song Cheng'an asked Mu Yan what Zhou Lifen wanted from her.
"Oh, not much. She just hoped I would remember our old friendship and give her a hand."
Song Cheng'an laughed lightly, "She really is thick-skinned."
"She rose up by currying favor, so it's nothing to her," Mu Yan said indifferently. "But she remains as annoying as ever."
