Look.

Mu Qingxi was poor at studying, but she wasn’t stupid. She joked, “Wang Feiyan? Ha, do you think she’ll call my phone in the next moment?”

Bai Fanhao and Xi Haifei exchanged glances, then looked at Mu Qingxi and said, “Impossible.”

Mu Qingxi smiled and turned to Qin Yu and Guo Chen. “What do you two think?”

Guo Chen was sure that Wang Feiyan wouldn’t call Mu Qingxi’s phone.

Qin Yu frowned and blinked, then replied with solemnity, “Mumu, if I were her, I wouldn’t call unless it was urgent. But Wang Feiyan right now—she’s frantic and furious. Your phone will ring any second.”

“The last trace of a smile, after turning away, I closed my eyes and wept…” The ringtone sounded. Mu Qingxi pulled her phone from her pocket, glanced at the screen, and raised her eyebrows, asking, “Well, what now?”

“Definitely not her,” Guo Chen insisted.

“Like a hedgehog, defensive, pretending to be brave, never letting you see through…” The ringtone continued, unsettling both Bai Fanhao and Xi Haifei, who looked at each other with grave expressions.

Mu Qingxi pressed the answer button. “Hello?”

A sharp, piercing voice came from the other end: “Mu Qingxi, tell me—where is Xi Haifei, where is Bai Fanhao? Why aren’t they answering my calls?”

“Uh, ‘Miss,’ sorry, but I don’t know you. I have no idea what you want with them. You’re so agitated—is it because they didn’t pay you after having their fun?” Mu Qingxi stressed the word ‘Miss’ and followed it with a ruthless jab at Wang Feiyan.

“Mu Qingxi, don’t go too far. Do you believe I’ll kill you?” Wang Feiyan threatened over the phone.

“Ha, sure. I’ll be waiting for you to kill me. Goodbye.”

Mu Qingxi looked at the four faces around her, unfazed. “See? I told you she’d call my phone. My phone only rings for people, not for just anyone—like Wang Feiyan, what does she count for, calling me?” She switched her tone. “Of course, if you want to be friends with her, I don’t object. Friends should keep in touch.”

The first part was clearly an insult aimed at Wang Feiyan; the latter was directed at Bai Fanhao. Everyone knew Bai Fanhao’s unique attitude toward Wang Feiyan, and he understood Mu Qingxi’s meaning—friends can communicate, don’t mind her.

But not minding was precisely the problem.

It was this indifference, felt by Bai Fanhao and assumed by Mu Qingxi, that later led to bloodshed, staining everyone’s eyes red.

Meanwhile, Wang Feiyan stood at the entrance of Xi Haifei’s residence, clutching her phone fiercely. Already frail, after her recent miscarriage and extended hospital stay, she now seemed even more fragile.

Wang Feiyan cursed under her breath, “Mu Qingxi, you’re even more wanton than a whore, seducing one after another. Just wait. See if I don’t kill you. Hmph!” She put away her phone and left.

As she walked down the street, her delicate face twisted with rage, causing passersby to steer clear. Some pointed and whispered, calling her a ghost, a lunatic...

Hearing this, Wang Feiyan spun around and screamed on the street, “Shut your damn mouths! You’re all disgusting!”

Those who passed by glanced at her, shook their heads, their faces full of scorn and ridicule. One after another, they muttered, “Truly a madwoman, like a shrew yelling in the street!”

“So it’s someone with a screw loose. What bad luck, makes me sick!”

“Ugly as sin, and now showing off her lunacy!”

All sorts of insults fanned Wang Feiyan’s rage, but she was powerless. All she could do was glare back, then finally crouch down in the street and cry, overwhelmed and aggrieved.