Until her body felt increasingly heavy, Jing Yiren started to realize something was not right.
As Zheng Peipei helped her up, she questioned:
"Did you drug me?"
Hearing this, Zheng Peipei's heart skipped a beat, and her expression panicked.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I saw you were drunk and kindly brought you home!"
"Would you be that kind?" Jing Yiren scoffed.
Seeing her true intentions revealed, Zheng Peipei no longer hid them.
She raised her eyebrows: "Jing Yiren! Tomorrow morning you will thank me, thank me for giving you such a great opportunity!"
"..." Jing Yiren didn't understand what Zheng Peipei was talking about.
She was forcibly dragged outside by her.
How could Jing Yiren let her succeed? She reached into her jacket pocket, pulled out a one dime coin, and flicked it hard at Zheng Peipei's knee.
Even though she felt weak and couldn't use her Inner Strength, this flick was enough to distract Zheng Peipei.
