"Eleven!" Ye Wanjun shouted, running over. "Oh you girl! If you're not calling me, that's fine, but why did you turn off your phone when I called you?"
"My phone is broken."
Ye Wanjun had nothing to say.
"I've got to ask, what's the deal with you and Jin Xiangbei? I can't understand what's going on at all. Right now, the whole of West Shadow is buzzing about you two. Yao Ruoshui must be fuming!"
With such a commotion, Ye Wanjun came directly to this place after she couldn't reach Eleven. And sure enough, she was here.
"Ah, let her be," Eleven wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone else right now.
Ye Wanjun poked her, "hey, I heard you two kissed? And then you slapped Young Master Jin?"
"Yeah..." Eleven replied listlessly.
"What do you mean 'yeah'!" Ye Wanjun grabbed her and lectured, "Baby Eleven, we should handle jerks behind closed doors. You slapped him in front of so many people, beware of fans of the two who might retaliate against you."
"They dare?"
"Who knows!"
