Upon hearing this, Song Xiyun was momentarily stunned. For a moment, she forgot her anger, only left shocked and dumbfounded.
And utterly astonished by the event.
"He....."
"No way, how did he manage it? Was the first place a pushover, or did she just let it go?"
"Hmm..." Qianqian thought for a moment, "Not quite, I've seen her a few times in my memory."
"She seemed pretty aloof, really stubborn-looking."
At this point, the two women had reached the entrance of the cafeteria. Song Xiyun's mind was blank, and it took her a while to recover.
Since they were lining up, the topic was temporarily interrupted.
The two women were used to discussing things together; there used to be internal issues, but now the root cause was directly cut off.
In this unfamiliar Beijing, they could only rely on each other for warmth.
After the meal.
Qianqian waited for a while, and Song Xiyun walked over carrying two bottles of drinks after weaving through the crowd.
"Here you go."
"Thanks."
