Meanwhile, Song Yue sprinted out of the school building, her breath coming fast as she fumbled for her phone.
The call connected almost instantly.
"Miss me already?" Lan Xia's familiar voice came through, light and teasing. "Finish your advanced math first, then talk."
The tension in Song Yue's chest finally loosened.
Relief washed over her like warm water. "I'll text you later," she said quickly and hung up.
So it really had been a setup, as Bi Ge said to her.
Song Weisha.
A cold smile slowly curved Song Yue's lips. If her cousin wanted her gone so badly, then fine. She wouldn't struggle or beg. She'd leave—but on her own terms.
She glanced at the time on her phone.
Since I'm not going home anyway, I might as well go see him.
She waved down a taxi and gave the address of Nie Rougang's company.
The moment she stepped into the company lobby, she was stopped.
The receptionist smiled politely. "Miss, who are you here to see?"
