"Suit yourself." Fang Tingxiang turned and walked away, "I can't be bothered to waste time with you."
The cold wind slipped into her collar, and Zhao Weiwei shivered, coming back to her senses. The surroundings were empty, and her heart felt empty too.
If her purpose could not be fulfilled, then what was the meaning of her being here? She had broken up with her boyfriend and hadn't found anyone better. How would she face returning home?
"Still want to persist?"
Looking at the approaching figure, Zhao Weiwei frowned, "Why do you keep haunting me? I don't want to talk to you, can you stay away from me?"
"Oh, are you losing your mind already?" Ye Meiru examined her coolly, "With your limited skills, you still want to compete with Lin Chuxia? Heh, you're really overestimating yourself!"
"I told you, you're not qualified to criticize me!"
