Wen Yan had been feeling quite uncomfortable, slightly tipsy from the drinks, but she sobered up a bit when she was frightened by a not-so-shrill threat from the woman on the phone.
With a sheepish expression, Wen Yan held the phone, not sure whether to continue the conversation or hang up.
Had liquor damaged her brain? She actually dialed this bitch's number.
"You have fifty seconds left..."
The merciless words of Su Li from the phone, like a death knell, prompted the survivalist Wen Yan to spill her guts, rattling off her frustrations.
As her mouth ran on nonstop, her heart overflowed with sorrow.
Now it was over. She could already imagine how that bitch would mock her; the upper hand she'd have to laugh at her for a year.
"Ha ha ha..."
Sure enough, the sleepy and incoherent voice on the phone was now bright and clear.
"Not bad, well done."
Wen Yan had braced herself for a verbal lashing, only to receive what felt like a soft caress...
