Wei Anning shook her head, her hands cupping under the faucet as she splashed cold water on her face. The chill of the early spring water instantly cleared her mind. She couldn't blindly believe Wei Anjing's inciting words.
Otherwise, she would truly be playing right into her hands.
Having washed her face with cold water, Wei Anning felt much calmer. She took a paper towel and dried her face, "Did you see her when you came in?"
"Her? Who?" Yan Nan Fei was caught off guard, then she remembered the woman with the red lips and her voice suddenly rose in pitch, "Damn, you can't be serious, the woman who just left, was she that freak Wei Anjing?"
No wonder she looked somewhat familiar—it was indeed that freakish woman.
Wei Anning nodded, "Yes, her."
Yan Nan Fei clutched her rapidly beating heart, "Oh my God, it really is that freak. What did she say to you? Anning, no matter what she told you, don't believe her. That woman is just sick in the head."
