It wasn't until they had walked a long distance that Yan Nanfei snapped back to reality. She really wanted to give Wei Anning a thumbs-up, "Anjing, you're so bold; Song Qingge looked just like she had eaten shit—that was so satisfying to watch."
"..." Wei Anning was speechless. Couldn't she have chosen a more pleasant adjective?
In truth, she also lacked confidence; after all, the person Leng Youchen truly loved was Wei Anjing, and she was just a stand-in.
However, the suffering she had endured did indeed stem from Song Qingge, so she noted this debt. If Song Qingge dared to scheme against her again, she would settle both new grudges and old scores together.
"Honestly, I've never seen Song Qingge take a blow like that. If my cousin were here, she would definitely clap her hands and cheer," said Yan Nanfei.
Wei Anning shook her head, "Let's go, this place is too oppressive for me. Let's go shopping at Dongdamen instead."
"Sure, sure," Nan Fei agreed eagerly.
