That afternoon when Li Bo left, Wen Qi's mood was inexplicably gloomy. She took out her phone and found the chat window with her best friend He Jie, typing in a line of text.

  Wen Qi: Outside?

  That head soon had a response.

  He Jie: Just woke up, where do you want to go?

  She thought for a moment and replied: Have a drink?

  Wen Qi isn't a frequent drinker, and anyone who knows her is aware that she's a total goody-goody.

  He Jie's surprised expression popped up: Are you okay? What's wrong with you in the afternoon.

  Cut the crap.

  He Jiefei struggled to pull herself out of bed, replying to the message while putting on her slippers: Then bring Dongzi along.

  Song Zhi Dong and He Jie, both are Wen Qi's childhood friends since they were kids. He Jie graduated earlier than the two of them and is now a miserable office worker, working day and night shifts, almost becoming a yellow-faced woman.

  As for Song Zhi Dong, Wen Qi had a hard time when sending the message. A few days ago, he said something so absolute, and now he wants to ask him out again, what is this?

  But without Song Zhi Dong, she and He Jie were probably going to end up like last time, getting drunk and losing their way, waking up with no shoes on.

  For personal safety and shoe safety, Wen Qi still gritted her teeth and sent a message.

  Then bite the middle joint of the index finger and stare at the dialogue box tightly.

  If you agree, then it's no big deal; if you refuse, then...

  Before I had time to think of an alternative plan, he replied: In ten minutes, I'll be at your place.

  I knew Song Zhi Dong's eyes were not so small.

  Wen Qi felt relieved and went back to her room to change into a white T-shirt. Standing in front of the mirror, she found that her hair was a bit oily.

  But she didn't intend to wash it and just casually found a hat to cover it up.

  Song Zhi Dong knocked on the door and came in, having already packed up.

  "Go!"

  Song Zhi Dong's other foot had not yet stepped through the doorway when he was pushed out by Wen Qi.

  "Did I get it wrong? I came to pick you up, but they won't even let me in the door." Song Zhi Dong curled his lip and allowed Wen Qi to drag him out by the arm.

  Wen Qi turned back and put on his coat, "Go find He Jie, if you're late again, I'll kill you."

  Song Zhi Dong shut his mouth tightly, back in school days he was most afraid of He Jie beating him, and it's still the same now.

  The streets were unusually congested during rush hour, and by the time I arrived at He Jie's home, it was already dinner time.

  He Jie, who was wearing a facial mask, opened the door and said, "Wait a minute, I haven't blown dry my hair yet..."

  "Didn't you just call and say you were changing clothes? Why haven't you hung up yet?"

  The degree of collapse at this time is no less than the length of the traffic jam outside.

  "I'm too tired, so I'll take a nap for a while."

  She was almost laughed to tears by He Jie, picked up a slipper and threw it over, "Hurry up, hurry up."

  He Jie wiped her hair at a moderate pace and walked to the door to take a look around, puzzled: "Where's Dongzi?"

  "Hurry up, if you don't come down quickly, he will call again."

  Wen Qi slumped onto the sofa to scroll through her social media feed and saw Zhao Jin Chuan's post from a few minutes ago, which was a photo of him holding hands with a woman, captioned: "Still you."

  In recent days, he has been posting similar dynamics, and Wen Qi scrolled through his friend circle from top to bottom.

  Just a few days ago, he was still chasing after Xia Wei's whereabouts, but in just a few days, he has already fallen into the gentle trap of another beauty.

  Poor Xia Wei after all.

  People like Zhao Jin Chuan are always Xia Wei's abyss from start to finish.

  Wen Qi's gaze inadvertently fell on the last photo, and the girl's wrist had a mole in exactly the same position as Xia Wei's.