Luo Yan said, "Bai Ling, how is your skin so white, without any trace of PS?"
"What's PS?"
"It's a photography technique. Let's take a selfie together, and you'll understand."
"Okay."
After listening for a while, Chu Hao's heart finally relaxed. Bai Ling wasn't unreasonable. She wouldn't resort to killing, at least not towards those who bore her no ill will. But then again, one could never be sure, as Chu Hao himself didn't fully understand Bai Ling.
These four women together, drinking more and more, were chatting about almost everything.
Chu Hao was pondering whether to reveal Bai Ling's real identity to the three women. What if it frightened them? It wouldn't matter too much if the three women got scared, but what if Bai Ling found out he was meddling? Would she snap his neck? Chu Hao's hair stood on end. He decided not to tell them.
Ji Qingqing came over to Chu Hao and said shyly, "Classmate Chu Hao, hello."
