Xu Yue?
Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes. After searching through her memory, she finally remembered who Xu Yue was. This was how she was like. If someone didnât affect her, then she couldnât remember them. If she held a grudge against someone, she would deal with them on the spot.
But...
Huo Jiu seemed to have talked to Xu Yue...
A million thoughts ran through her mind. Song Yaoyao smiled like a blooming flower, her dimples sunk deeply. âYou are so strange. Isnât Xu Yue your friend? She reports to you every day so you know my every move from home. If sheâs missing, you should call the police. Why are you asking me?â She tilted her head. âIâm not interested in ugly girls~â
She continued to smile wholeheartedly, her eyes sparkling.
This expression pierced Song Jingwanâs eyes. She scrunched her dress until it wrinkled up, but her own expression did not change. âIf Iâm right, you had an argument with Xu Yue on Tuesday night. She went missing that night and it wasnât hard to investigate who she had offended. Song Yaoyao, thereâs no point lying.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âSo?â
Song Yaoyao smirked. She picked up her backpack and stood up. Squinting her eyes, she scanned the girl from top to bottom.
Song Jingwanâs left arm was still wrapped in bandages. When his eyes met with Song Yaoyaoâs, his pupils immediately constricted.
âNot only do I not know, even if I do, why should I tell you? Do I look like a good person?â
She pressed her hands against the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked down on Song Jingwan.
Song Jingwanâs heart tightened and she habitually pressed her lips together.
âPfff...â
Song Yaoyao finally understood what was happening. âAre the Xus asking you for her? Iâm sure you were involved in Xu Yueâs attack on me. Youâre anxious because youâre afraid they will find out and blame you, right?â
Song Jingwan didnât make a sound; Song Yaoyao was right.
She bit her tongue and tried to calm down.
Song Yaoyao was different from what she knew. She had transformed from a fair, naive, and sweet girl, to somehow who was dark and evil.
âYouâre asking the wrong person. I have no idea where she is. If thereâs nothing else, Iâm leaving.â
After she was done talking, Song Yaoyao walked out without looking back.
Song Jingwan gritted her teeth and called her back, âSong Yaoyao, arenât you afraid that Iâll call the police?â
She wasnât sure how Song Yaoyao felt; her expression was quite indifferent. Perhaps, she really didnât know where Xu Yue was.
But Xu Yue had lost contact on that night and Mrs. Xu had asked about her several times. Song Jingwan had already been holding her off until now.
Fortunately, Xu Yue had actually run out that day after having an argument with her family. Since Xu Yue had always been rebellious, Mrs. Xu did not suspect Song Jingwan.
If this continued, calling the police was just a matter of time.
âGo ahead. What does it have to do with me?â Song Yaoyao scrunched up her nose, pushed open the glass door, and headed back toward the school gates.
Song Jingwan chased after her in her wheelchair. The wind messed up her hair, and her weak body looked like it could easily be swept away.
âSong Yaoyao, I really hate you.â
She hated her a lot. Even in her dreams, she took everything away from her.
Song Yaoyaoâs steps were light like she was stepping on clouds, her head held high the entire time.
She faced her back to Song Jingwan and waved her hand, gesturing that she already knew.
âBig Miss, are we going home?â the woman who was taking care of Song Jingwan asked with her hands on the wheelchair.
âNo.â
Song Jingwanâs gaze darted and fell upon the school gates. The word Liyang sparkled brightly under the sun.