Somehow, the women got hyped up. They not only drank more and more, but also called over a couple of handsome guys to dance and liven up the party.
When women go wild, it's terrifying, especially that one named Weng Tian.
Some even took over the mic, singing off-key at the top of their lungs.
Half-drunk, Lin Ziyan held a cigarette, puffing away, and watched everything in front of her as if she had returned to her high school days.
Back then, she was quite the misfit and barely got along with any classmates, let alone Wu Lina who was always at odds with her.
But looking back now, none of that seemed to matter much. Everyone has their youth, everyone has their thoughts.
She used to hate Wu Lina with a passion, but now, there didn't seem to be anything left to hate; after all, it was all in the past.
Now, even if she couldn't become friends with Wu Lina and the others, they were still old classmates, and it was quite nice to get together occasionally.
