Suspicious Cult

"Yo, my dear Ran Wei, the apple of my eyes, light to my stars," Lin Zhuyue spoke, "Buy my instance too please, I am broke."

"What the hell are you talking about," Ran Wei asked her, as she was about to take out the spirit crystals she won through the lottery. "Why would I ever do that?"

"For one, because you are a nice and giving person, secondly, we've known each other for so long, and we toil at the same place," the woman spoke, "So don't be so cruel and do your coworker a favor."

"You are human scum, you dare call yourself of the same species as me," Ran Wei shoved her dumb mug away. "You think budding up now will make up for the lifetime of headaches you have delivered to me?"

"I was young and stupid back then," Lin Zhuyue said. She glanced away, her eyes glistening. "At that time, I had yet to see the world. . . I missed Mount Tai when it was right in front of me."

"What the hell are you talking about."