Wang Huanhuan strutted in with her assistant.
Yu Linglong couldn't help but lower her voice and curse, "Damn, I just can't help wanting to tear that Snake Spirit Face of hers to shreds!"
Gu Xiyan's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her visage tinged with a thread of worry, she sighed, "Forget it, let's not stoop to her level. Let's go in and take a look ourselves."
"Sigh, I feel like we've already lost the game; there's really no need to go in," Yu Linglong complained.
"Until the final outcome, who can say for certain that we've lost?" Gu Xiyan, pulling Yu Linglong along, spoke earnestly, "Don't lose heart so easily. We can talk like that when we're truly out of options."
The two women entered the café.
Trotsky had already taken a seat with Wang Huanhuan, and they seemed to be enjoying their conversation.
