Song Jingwan received a fright. "Song Yaoyao, have you lost your mind again?!"
She suddenly remembered the incident at the mountain resort. That day, Song Yaoyao had lost her mind in the same way and shoved her head into the bathtub. The look on her face was murderous.
She struggled as the girl held her down, and she tried to break free.
Song Yaoyao didn't have much strength, so Song Jingwan easily freed herself.
She leaned against the seat and huddled into a ball. Her face was pale but her eyes were still glowing.
"You can just pretend that I lost my mind." She looked toward the other side of the road. Song Wenchuan had already paid and was returning. Her eyes curved. "But since we're on this topic, do you really think of him as an older brother, or are you just persistent about winning against me, so you can't bear to see him treat me well?"
She pointed at Song Jingwan's heart as she spoke indifferently.
