The call was connected and before the other person could speak, Wang Qing blurted out eagerly, "Hello, is this Jiaojiao? It's Sister Qing..."
"Which Sister Qing?" Zhao Jiao's voice was not as friendly as before and even carried a hint of sarcasm.
Wang Qing did not catch on at first and explained, "I am Wang Qing."
The other side immediately covered the mouth and chuckled, "Oh, so it's Mrs. Gu. May I ask if Mrs. Gu needs something?"
Wang Qing was no fool. By now, she had picked up on Zhao Jiao's insinuations. She hung up promptly and dialed the next 'sister'.
However, before Wang Qing could finish a single sentence, the person on the other end hung up, and many others had already blocked her number.
Of course, there was no shortage of cold and mocking words.
Wang Qing, disheartened, threw her phone onto the couch and buried her face in her hands, sobbing bitterly.
It's all fake!
It's all fake!
All that talk of sisterhood was nothing but a lie.