Xu Ya looked at Song Shuran: "Just like you and Miss Song."

Fu Jiu raised her eyebrows: "You want to be my best friend?"

Xu Ya nodded quickly.

"That's impossible!" Fu Jiu refused directly.

Song Shuran looked at Fu Jiu's funny expression and burst into laughter.

She then said, "Song Shuran can die for me, are you willing? If you are willing, then fine."

Xu Ya's face suddenly turned ugly.

After a long while, she finally spoke: "Fu Jiu, if you were ever in danger, I would be willing to stand up for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Jiu and a few hooligans who often caused trouble at the school gate came to the restaurant and headed in their direction. They must have reserved a seat behind them.

Suddenly, an idea struck Fu Jiu, and she said, "Okay, you said it!"

Xu Ya was thinking proudly in her heart, as expected, this bitch is easy to coax, she can be coaxed into submission with just a few words.

"So, Fu Jiu, have we reconciled now?"

Just as he finished speaking, suddenly, a yellow-haired man fell to the ground with a thud.

He got up from the ground with a fierce look on his face and grabbed Fu Jiu's collar. "How dare you trip me? Don't you want to live anymore? Why don't you ask me what my background is in school?"

When Xu Ya heard this, her face turned pale.

Fu Jiu, this bitch, why did she pick on this second-generation rich kid in the school when she could pick on anyone else?

Seeing this, Song Shuran, who was standing by, tried to stand up, but was held down by Fu Jiu.

Fu Jiu looked horrified. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."