Zhou Xiuer had waited for more than one Shichen, and just as she could hardly contain herself and was about to push open Wufu's door, Wufu finally came out from inside.
"Wuf... Cousin," Zhou Xiuer's eyes lit up.
When Wufu saw Zhou Xiuer, her brows furrowed, "What are you doing here?"
Seeing her smile like a blooming chrysanthemum and acting all obsequious, it was clear she was up to no good.
"Cousin, I was feeling idle and came to chat with you; we haven't played together in a long time," Zhou Xiuer said with a smile.
Wufu almost burst out laughing, pointed her thumb at herself, and scoffed, "You came to chat and play with me? Zhou Xiuer, are we that close?"
Months ago, they were sworn enemies, and now she claimed to come for a chat—it was laughable indeed.
