After saying this, Song Mengmeng lost all interest in paying attention to Qi Song. She turned around, gently waved her soft white hand at Yao Anna and Li Ruyi, who were still in shock, and asked in a soft voice, "Can we go back now?"
"Okay, sure..."
Li Ruyi paused for a moment before nodding woodenly. She awkwardly led Yao Anna, who was in a similarly stunned state, into the flower cake workshop. Song Mengmeng, who followed last, looked relaxed and followed behind them as if nothing had happened, even humming a song.
"Mengmeng, just now you..." It took Yao Anna a while to react after walking in. She unconsciously swallowed and looked at Song Mengmeng with some lingering fear. Then she carefully lifted her leg and asked, "How did you do that?"
"That's how I did it!" Song Mengmeng shook her head slightly, and the little tuft of hair on her head shook proudly. "It's just that I'm a little stronger and faster, it's very simple."
"..."
I don't believe you for a second!
That huge scumbag, he flew out with one kick...
"You just said that his goal is to steal your luck, is that true?" Yao Anna took a deep breath and decided to change to a more pressing topic.
To be honest, before she met Song Mengmeng, she didn't believe in these superstitious things.
Although she's been in the entertainment industry for a long time and has seen all sorts of strange and inexplicable things, she still fundamentally distrusts these kinds of things.
"Hmm." Song Mengmeng and the others had just arrived next to the Pixiu statue. She stopped, reached out and touched the statue's paws, and sighed softly, "If it weren't for the fear of its existence, the owner of this place would probably have been replaced long ago!"
"You mean, he, he really has been using me all along?!" Li Ruyi staggered, she raised her hand to hold onto the base of the statue, and finally managed to stand up. She looked up at Song Mengmeng, her eyes immediately reddening.
Although she had always suspected that Qi Song had ulterior motives in approaching her, guessing and actually knowing were two different things.
After the last vestiges of her illusions were shattered, Li Ruyi felt utterly hopeless. The pain of being betrayed and deceived, so piercing to the soul, was something that no amount of lighthearted advice could alleviate.
After all, it's been so many years of friendship and trust.
"Whether it's true or not, didn't you already guess?" Song Mengmeng looked at Li Ruyi, not softening because of her sadness. Her voice was not loud, but it was serious that Li Ruyi could not escape: "You've just been running away all along, unwilling to face it!"
I didn't want to get involved in your business!
However, it kept begging me! Its incessant nagging and nagging gave me a headache!
As she spoke, Song Mengmeng glanced disdainfully at the Pixiu statue beside her. This creature was indeed somewhat intelligent; although it couldn't yet take human form, it could already communicate with her using its meager spiritual essence.
But this Pixiu is also a chatterbox!
Ever since she broke the restriction placed on it by the person behind it and woke it from its slumber, it has become a broken record that cannot be paused, endlessly repeating the same sentence—"Help my master, help my master..."
This is really making the Pixiu go bald!
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