Song Jiaren slowly fell asleep.
In the morning, Song Jiaren went to school after breakfast.
The moment Song Jiaren arrived at the classroom, Mo Jia waved at her happily. Song Jiaren sat beside Mo Jia.
Mo Jia smiled and said, "No one will trouble you in the future. But when I think of Liu Meifeng's death, I feel a little strange."
Song Jiaren sneered. She was the one who almost died. She didn't think it was a bad thing that Liu Meifeng was dead.
She looked at Mo Jia and said coldly, "Mo Jia, where did you get the plum juice you gave me the night Liu Meifeng died?"
Mo Jia was frightened by her and stuttered, "Liu Meifeng… gave it to you. She said… you didn't eat anything… and asked me to give it to you to whet your appetite."
Song Jiaren looked directly at her with a cold glint in her eyes. "She goes against me every day," she asked. "Yet you let me drink what she gave me?"
