mu weiwei's expression turned even uglier when she read sang ning's words.
"this damned old fox, where did he attract so many peach blossoms? whoever was his girlfriend would be chased by a bunch of people and would not be able to study in school. that's really eight generations of bad luck!"
the wechat message was still flashing.
sang xiaoning: [ i don't think this can go on. since you've given me the word, i'll go to the fan club to help you clear your name. ]
mu weiwei replied, [ no need. ]
sang xiaoning: [??? ]
sang xiaoning: [ sister, don't take it lightly. a girl who is full of jealousy can do anything. it's not like you can be fine just because you have a clear conscience. ]
mu weiwei replied, [ you don't have to tell me. i'll do it myself. ]
sang xiaoning: [ ... what do you mean? ]
mu weiwei did not reply. instead, she opened her phone's contact list and called fu linchen immediately.