A Quiet Night!

"Hahaha—"

Pakh!

"Stop laughing, you damn idiot!"

Hiss~!

The cold November night blanketed Beijing in frost as three figures strolled down a quiet, snow-dusted street. Wang Jiarong's voice tore through the stillness like a whip, her cheeks red and her fists clenched. Whether the redness came from the biting cold or her boiling anger, even she wasn't sure.

Her brother, Wang Xiao, sauntered between her and Qian Ruixin, an infuriating smirk plastered on his face. His arms rested lazily over their shoulders like he owned the damn city.

"Aw, come on, sis," he said, chuckling under his breath. "You've gotta admit, Qingqing's face was priceless. And Tang Xinyi? She looked like she was two seconds from crawling under the table. Absolutely legendary!"

His laugh echoed obnoxiously, earning him a glare sharp enough to cut through his ego from Jiarong.