C35 Chapter 35

Ye Ling chuckled and lifted her glass of juice toward Xia Bing. “A true friend is hard to find!”

Smiling, Xia Bing raised her own glass and clinked it lightly against Ye Ling’s. After the crisp chime, both of them took a sip.

On the table, the split hot pot bubbled away, one side fiery red and the other milky white. Steam rose in soft white curls