Wang Erhu looked at her, his dull brain slowly responding, "They all left."
"Left?" Zhao Tingting dropped the clean towel she was wiping her hair with, her pretty brows instantly knitting together as she interrogated Wang Erhu, "Why did you let them go? Weren't we supposed to keep playing?"
"But Gu Zhihan and his friends wanted to leave, I—I couldn't stop them..." Wang Erhu's tall frame of six feet stood weakly in front of the girl.
Zhao Tingting's eyes were red with anger, wishing she could just strangle him to death.
So it seemed, she had been played?
And here she was, thinking about getting revenge!
But the joke was on her when they simply walked away after having their fun!
At this very moment, the people who played her were grilling meat in a buffet restaurant across from the KTV.
Tong Mo was slapping the table and laughing heartily, as if she had X-ray vision, "I bet Zhao Tingting didn't expect us to leave! She must be fuming by now!"
