"Where is he? Honestly, wouldn't it have been better if we'd all come together?"
At Donglaishun, Wang Ying complained that Wang Yan had gone off on his own.
"Didn't he say he went to take photos? For that bus driver who picked us up at the station when school started," Xu Lin said with a laugh. "He went off to make money. Otherwise, how would we afford hotpot lamb?"
"Mm, that was agreed on ages ago." Xiao Qianxi nodded.
"Over here!"
Just then, they spotted Wang Yan waving at them from a distance and immediately headed over.
"So? How much did you make, great photographer?" Wang Ying plopped down in her seat and opened with a sarcastic jab.
Wang Yan shook his head helplessly, then said to the others, "Look at her, always talking like that. How am I supposed to let her off easy? Let me think—I still have photos of someone lying in a hospital bed. Of course, I can't broaden the blast radius. Should I crop her out and hang it on the school bulletin board?"
"Then I really will perish with you." Wang Ying rolled her eyes wildly before hurriedly trying to make amends. "I was just worried you wouldn't have enough money. A meal here isn't cheap. If you're short, I can chip in a little more."
"No need." Wang Yan waved her off. "Go ahead and order..."
Wang Ying and Xie Qiao, both genuine locals, felt deeply uncomfortable hearing that.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Xie Qiao felt goosebumps rising all over her skin.
"Ah, isn't that obvious?" Wang Yan looked perfectly innocent.
Xie Qiao was speechless. "I'm telling you, Wang Yan, if you get scratched to death by someone someday, it'll serve you right."
"Qianxi, am I really that universally hated?"