Lan Jing covered her nose, a hint of slyness in her eyes, and she burst out laughing.
"Yaoyao, I hope you won't go crazy after you find the pen, Yingluo."
"What are you laughing at?" An Yao raised her head and glared at the blue daggers.
Lan Jing bit her lip, held back her laughter, and slowly shook her head.
"There's no Qianqian, there's no Qianqian."
An Yao frowned, her heart filled with hatred.
She had clearly planned everything out and had absolute confidence. She really did not understand how things had come to this.
An Yao's heart couldn't help but tighten. No, she had to quickly find that recording pen. If someone else found it and heard the contents of the recording, she would be finished.
As an Yao thought about it, she lowered her head and continued to search for the recording pen.
Lan Jing didn't want to stand next to the stinky trash can anymore, so she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
