"How would I know?" Feng Xue muttered grumpily. "That woman has a lot of means. She probab-"
Yang Jingshen wordlessly got into the cab they flagged down before adjusting his mask and sunglasses to make sure they were in place. It was only then that he glanced at his cousin who was standing frozen at the edge of the pavement. "Aren't you coming in?"
Feng Xue wordlessly climbed in and sat down next to him and the taxi started to slowly crawl its way through the traffic. "Was it that Wu Zhang?" She muttered, sounding increasingly confident the more she talked. "That's right! That must be it! Aaiya! I told you not to tell him anything. Now, look what happened!"
Yang Jingshen calmly turned on his phone without saying anything. "Hey! Did you hear me? That guy did this. I'm sure of it. Like– how the hell could Zhu Jin get her hands on the same script as ours?"
"Brother zhang?" Yang Jingshen questioned, looking quite bewildered. "I don't think he did this ah!"
