"Sister Wan..."
Standing outside the door was He Sichen, face dark as ink, and Wan Xiaohan, whose face was as pale as a female ghost's.
On the other end of the phone, Tang Mulin was yelling his head off. "Darling, there's some flashy cheap bitch on Fan Xing who copied your face. I'm gonna neng her to death!"
Ye Wan froze for a second and, for a split second, actually felt… not surprised at all.
Though she had no idea where that feeling was coming from.
"Tangtang is the best, don't be mad, don't be mad. Let me finish my research, then we'll grab an AK-47 and insta-kill her!"
After soothing the exploding Tang Mulin on the other end and hanging up, Ye Wan looked at He Sichen and Wan Xiaohan at the door staring at each other. "You two came because of this too?"
He Sichen nodded.
Wan Xiaohan scratched her head a little awkwardly.
Just now she'd gotten worked up and rushed over to deliver the news without thinking.
Now, she suddenly felt like she'd been a bit too im-pulsive.
