three hundred and eighteen, younger sister

Song Xuemo's eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement as she looked at Song Xiran, "Brother, how are you going to make it enter Luo Shu's body?" She couldn't care less whether the Song family wanted Luo Shu to return to their fold; all she wanted was for Luo Shu to die.

"Naturally, I'll find someone Luo Shu won't be on guard against," Song Xiran said with a cold laugh.

"You mean her?" Song Xuemo trembled with excitement, hardly able to wait to see Luo Shu's downfall.

With a smile, Song Xiran nodded, "Having kept her around for so long, it's time to put her to use."

Luo Shu and Meng Yujuan were chatting as they walked towards the dormitory.

"With everyone gone for the holiday, I was bored to death," Meng Yujuan said with a gloomy face. She wanted to go home too, but her home was far away, and besides, it would cost money for the trip.