"Gan Xiaotian, oh Gan Xiaotian, no wonder my dad was so eager to cut off that cancerous tumor, you're truly full of malice," Ye Xinyu watched the video on her screen, a triumphant laugh escaping her lips.
"I may be bad, but not as bad as you and your father," Gan Xiaotian sneered back, furiously puffing on a cigarette.
In the private room #8.
Ye Zifeng looked at Xia Ruchu, who was red-faced and breathing heavily, and flicked her forehead.
"Just went to the bathroom, saw a ghost or what? You look like you've lost your soul. Who are you trying to impress?"
"Zifeng, I'm telling you, I really did see a ghost," Xia Ruchu pulled Ye Zifeng into a corner, whispering in his ear for quite a while.
Ye Zifeng slapped her on the head with force, "Speak such nonsense again, and you'll have no friends left!"
Ow!
Xia Ruchu cried out holding the back of her head, her eyes filling with grievance, mumbling, "But I'm telling the truth."
