The group fell onto the bed, groggy and without answering An Yue.
"Let's go," said Dang Yang.
An Yue nodded and left with Dang Yang.
...
Dang Yang and An Yue went straight home.
Back home.
An Yue took a shower, got into bed, feeling a bit excited, unable to sleep.
Opened WeChat, the group chat was buzzing with activity.
A few women were constantly discussing An Yue's various ways and scenes of tearing into the green tea b*tch and white lotus.
The chat was ablaze.
Each one of them was more excited than An Yue herself.
Qiao Chuchu: It's this late already, An Yue hasn't shown up, could she have fallen at the hands of those women?
Song Huanyan: An Yue, you can rest in peace, we'll avenge you.
Yue Xiaowan: Tsk, she didn't want us to go, if we had gone, we would've torn them to shreds in minutes.
Xiaoya: Poor An Yue.
An Yue: What are you guys saying? Hmph... How could I let those women tear me to shreds? I'd be more likely to tear them to shreds.
