A taxi had just pulled away from the curb, passing a girl walking from the opposite direction with her hands tucked in her pockets.
Lin Fuli glanced back over her shoulder and saw the girl stop in front of Heyi, the two of them appearing to converse. Opening her phone’s photo album, she stared at a picture of a girl curled lazily in a hanging chair, dozing off, before angrily pressing delete.
"That woman touched you," Qin Jiujiu said, her expression impassive.
Chapter 53