Sometimes, the difference between good and evil is just a moment.
Perhaps initially, Fu Shanshan was grateful to Mu Mian, and even unwilling to help Leng Ling, but now, any gratitude or guilt she felt had been completely swept away.
Instead, she clenched her fists tightly.
A hint of slyness appeared on her face.
Then, she took out her phone, typed a message, and sent it.
Not long after, Mu Mian changed into comfortable clothes and came down from upstairs, smiling at her, "Let's go!"
"Okay."
Fu Shanshan and Mu Mian left.
Across from their house, at number eighty-eight, Gong Heng stood in front of a wall mirror, having observed all of Fu Shanshan's facial expressions and subtle movements closely, narrowing his eyes and curling up the corners of his mouth in a cold smile.
Gong Heng knew all about Mu Mian's situation in the classroom, whom she played with, whom she got along with—he had investigated it all.