Ye Fan, Mengyao, and Lu Xiangxiang returned to the villa in the evening.
The trip to Longxing Mountain didn't lift their spirits; the murder incident added to their gloom.
In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.
This morning, after breakfast, Lu Xiangxiang patted her belly and complained, "I've gained two pounds these past few days, and now I have to lose weight again. It's all your fault for making me eat so much and tempting me with all these delicious foods without keeping my mouth in check."
Lu Xiangxiang, having nothing better to do, looked at Ye Fan and Mengyao with bitter resentment.
She's one of those inexplicable women who start nitpicking for no reason.
"You indulge yourself and dare to blame others," Mengyao retorted teasingly, "You've had a few days of the leisurely life with meals all prepared for you. I think you've gotten lazy, little lazy pig."
