They just wanted to amuse themselves by mocking and humiliating her with words.
She didn't even think about why all her friends answered the phone, but she couldn't borrow a penny. All the resentment they had built up towards her piled on now, ridiculing her, watching her as a joke.
It was unclear if Li Jiaojiao was too pampered for too long, or if her emotional intelligence was inherently low. Sometimes, she couldn't even recognize the sarcasm in others' words and joined in their laughter foolishly.
Song Jin couldn't be bothered to listen. He sat down at the table, placing the takeaway he was carrying on it, unzipping the eye-catching bright yellow delivery uniform. He took off his helmet, and his overly long hair was soaked with sweat, clinging to his scalp.
