Ning Meng was scared shitless. She could feel the violent sting of Meilin's murderous intent running through her entire body.
She quickly replied to Han Meilin: [Aunt Meilin, it's alright. There's no need to investigate.]
Han Meilin: [Why? She drove God to depression and we're going to let her get away? No, I must end her! Or I'll forgo my surname, Han!]
Ning Meng could feel a freezing puff of wind on the back of her neck. She was so scared that she could cry, however, crying would not solve her problem.
Ning Meng: [I have contacted God earlier, he's heading back to his dormitory now. He will be fine.]
Han Meilin: [Really?]
Ning Meng: [Really.]
