How the Tables Have Turned

Song Zhizhi took a taxi back to the Song residence.

The atmosphere in the house was a little tense.

Considering that she had been out all night without a word, she naturally met with faces of disapproval.

But she pretended as if nothing had happened. She walked briskly into the living room. Qin Ciling was sitting on the sofa. Her father was there too as it was the weekend. Nie Wenzhi was also present, as well as, surprisingly, Nie Xiaofei.

Song Zhizhi took a peek at Nie Xiaofei. She was not looking very good.

Song Zhizhi could totally imagine Nie Xiaofei's trauma upon waking up. It should be just as bad, if not worse, than her own in her previous life.

"Where did you go last night? Why weren't you answering your phone?!" Qin Ciling spoke sternly, "You've already caused such a big trouble, can't you behave for a bit?"