C3 His Relationship with the Jiang Family Was Even Uglier than Crying!

Aside from Qi Rongrong's partner, there was another couple who were also good friends of hers. Another guy was a suitor of Chi Zaozao.

Chi Zaozao was straightforward and decisive, someone who handled things openly. So tonight, she didn't need to dig deep to understand the situation; it was already clear to her.

Who knows what Yi Honghong was thinking? Four years of friendship, gone just like that, and so completely severed. Life sure is unpredictable.

In the bathroom, Chi Zaozao splashed water on her face and looked up at the girl in the mirror. Her hair was jet black, and her skin was fair, creating a striking contrast that made her seem like an angel on earth. Her features were regular, nothing extraordinary on their own, but together, they formed a captivating image that was hard to look away from.

Her face, without any makeup, was naturally rosy, like a ripe apple, incredibly tempting.

Chi Zaozao smiled, seemingly pleased with her appearance. Wait, why was it getting hotter? She hadn't drunk much. Oh, right, she had been pretending to be drunk in the private room. There was no way she'd let herself get truly intoxicated in front of a bunch of wild guys. Pretending to be drunk and heading to the bathroom was just an excuse to get away from them.

Why is it so hot and dry? "What's going on?" Chi Zaozao wasn't naive, especially when facing people eager to see her fail or watching her every move. The strange sensation in her body made her think of the clichéd scenario of being drugged.

She had been so careful, yet somehow still fell into their trap. Where did it all go wrong? Zaozao chuckled wryly to herself, "Just my luck."

"Zaozao, are you okay?"

"I noticed you've been away from the room for a while, so I came to check if you needed any help."

In the mirror, Zaozao saw Yi Honghong's concerned expression, and it inexplicably made her feel nauseous. It's true what they say: it takes all kinds.

In the room, there were eight people. Besides herself, the person she trusted most was the woman standing behind her. Zaozao forced a smile, trying to suppress her anger, and turned around.

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? I just went to the restroom." Everyone here was smart enough to understand the situation. Zaozao had been drugged, and the person responsible was standing right in front of her. The shifting expressions on Honghong's face left Zaozao feeling blindsided. She couldn't help but wonder how, in four years, she had been so blind to have considered this woman a close friend.

"I'm at my wit's end, Zaozao. You know my family's situation. I wanted to ask for your help, but what did I get? Just a simple suggestion to go back and ask your father. Isn't that a piece of cake for you? Yet, you won't help me."

Zaozao frowned, turned on the faucet, and splashed some water on her face, trying to clear her head and buy herself a little more time. "Honghong, you call yourself my friend. You know the situation with the Jiang family. Why, why..."