Su Ji slowly stopped. She turned around and curled her lips. "What is it?"
"Please..." Meng Na lowered her head and clutched the blanket. Her voice was soft like a mosquito's hum, "please help me change the song..."
No one could defeat Su Ji.
Su Ji looked at her, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
The most difficult part had already been said, and the rest of the sentence seemed much easier.
Especially when Meng Na found out that it was Su Ji who had sent her to the infirmary, she was extremely ashamed...
"Su Ji, I didn't have good intentions by challenging you and posting your song to the Internet. It was..."
Su Ji saw that she couldn't find the right work, so she thought of one for her, "despicable?"
Meng Na's mouth twitched, but she still nodded, "yes ..."
As the two of them were talking, Zhou Xuefang, who had dropped by to take a look after hearing that Meng Na had fainted, suddenly appeared at the door.
