Song Xiaoxin was understandably furious. Being ganged up on was one thing, replacing ballpoint pens with big brushes was another, changing simplified characters to traditional was yet another, but what she hated most was the ink mixed with glue and turning the word "one" into "cheap" at the end!
Sheng Shuai jogged up to Song Xiaoxin and said, "I told you long ago, Song Xiaoxin, you should have dispelled those demons in your heart. There's still time to stop now; otherwise, once you truly anger them, you'll understand what regret means when they get serious!"
"Rest assured, for as long as I can remember, I, Song Xiaoxin, have never done anything that I would regret!" After saying this, she immediately countered, "If there is anything, it would be regretting considering you a friend; you're really worthless!"
"Hey, do you want me to take you home?" Sheng Shuai shouted loudly.
