"It's been used after all, so it's old." Luo Qianqian was perfectly calm. "Even if my stuff is going to be thrown away, that's still for me to decide. Having outsiders make the call? That's sticking your nose way too far in, don't you think?" As she spoke, she slapped the entire bottle of essence onto her legs without the slightest distress.
Xu Yanran couldn't help laughing. Honestly, even if Yun Ge hadn't disposed of that bottle of essence, it would've had "issues" sooner or later—either it'd accidentally fall and shatter, mysteriously vanish, or end up with something nasty added to it.
They'd had plenty of things go missing in the dorm before. It was obvious whose handiwork it was, because anything that person praised somehow ended up having problems.
"Yun Ge…" The pitiful little voice clearly meant she was backing down. Wan Qing wasn't stupid—without Yun Ge, her quality of life would nosedive.
