"Uh, did I hear that right?"
Song Song thought she must have heard wrong. Otherwise, how could Wen Ziyue say something about taking off the bully's clothes?
Wen Ziyue glanced at Song Song. Seeing her little eyebrows furrowed, seemingly not understanding at all, she sighed and stood up, "You... should have a phone on you, right?"
"Yes, I have it—"
Song Song suddenly realized what she wanted to do, "Ziyue, you can't be thinking of...? Uh, that's not a good idea! Besides, we're both girls..."
Wen Ziyue reached out, "Then let me do it. Just give me the phone, is that okay?"
Song Song hesitated a bit, but eventually pulled the phone from her pocket, saying, "You're doing this for that Di Wujiang, right?"
Wen Ziyue smiled slightly and took the phone, "You wait outside for me, I'll be quick."
"Okay—"
At the doorway, Song Song suddenly turned back, grabbing the wooden stick by the door and advised, "If this jerk suddenly wakes up, just call me; I'm ready anytime."
