Wen Shirou was furious with her four words and then, recalling something, lowered her voice and hissed in her ear, "Su Fanxing, stealing someone else's identity, don't you find your actions shameful?"
Su Fanxing slightly narrowed her eyes.
No wonder she always felt Wen Shirou was acting strangely; she had been waiting here for her.
"Miss Wen seems to know a lot about other people's lives, aren't these prying actions into someone's private life over the line?"
Su Fanxing spoke softly, yet her words were as sharp as the tip of a knife, piercing through.
Wen Shirou's expression suddenly became unpredictable, but only for a moment, as her gaze landed on something and her lips curved up slightly, softening.
"Su Fanxing, I won't hold it against you." She reached over from behind Su Fanxing to grab a glass of red wine and raised it towards her.
Her action was strange, and just as Su Fanxing was about to turn around, she was suddenly bumped from behind.
