Of course, Wen Meimei was a clever person, and even if Wild Crocodile suggested meeting up with her face-to-face, she wouldn't have met with him—she still had that much of a sense of safety.
After thinking for a moment, she replied to him: Send it to my school then.
Wild Crocodile: Okay.
Wen Meimei couldn't help but ask: What is it?
Wild Crocodile: Don't ask, it's not a bomb.
Pff...
Wen Meimei of course knew it couldn't be a bomb—if Wild Crocodile had wanted to kill her, he would have done it long ago, rather than waiting two years to do it.
Runaway Sister: Then I'll thank you first.
Then she added: Do you want a gift in return?
Wild Crocodile: A gift in return?
The enchanting man curled his lips into a seductive smile, like that of a devil, as if the wind had stopped at that moment.
If she really wanted to give him a gift in return, could she afford it?
Wild Crocodile: No need, you can't afford what I want.
Runaway Sister: Cough, you're right, I'm not selling my body.