Song Zhiyi slowly stretched out her hand, and the expression on Song Xuewei's face became surprised. However, she didn't expect Song Zhiyi to pick up the pastry on the side and carefully bite.

Song Xuewei's face darkened instantly, and she realized that Song Zhiyi was playing tricks on her, and her face became a little pale.

Since Gu Jinyan was by her side, she could only endure it, looked at Song Zhiyi with a good-tempered face, and smiled lightly.

"Well, it tastes pretty good."

Song Zhiyi said something leisurely; looking at Song Xuewei's forbearing expression, she smiled.

As she spoke, she glanced at Gu Jinyan and Song Xuewei, sitting opposite, and added, "I have to say, you two sitting opposite me are off-putting."

Gu Jinyan stared at Song Zhiyi with a strong warning in his dark eyes.

"Do not waste time."

His voice was offish, and his expression was impatient.

This woman was the thickest-skinned and most difficult person he had ever seen.

When Song Zhiyi heard the sound, she calmed down a little. She wiped her long fingers with a tissue on the side and turned her eyes to the bank card on the table.

Song Xuewei bit her lips lightly, her eyes looking expectantly.

In the end, Song Zhiyi picked up the bank card on the table.

Song Xuewei released her tightly clenched hands under the table with a satisfied smile.

She knew that Song Zhiyi would definitely not be able to withstand the test.

"Song Zhiyi, since you took the money, let's move on from this matter."

Song Zhiyi did not answer Song Xuewei's words but just played with the bank card; her clear apricot eyes looked indifferent.

After a while, she spoke in a disdainful tone, with a teasing smile.

"You want to buy my paper with eight million. But I had saved your life. How much do you want to pay for your life?"

Gu Jinyan did not answer but looked at her flatly.

The person who saved him was Song Xuewei, and the person who engraved the deep picture in his mind was also Song Xuewei.

His memory cannot be wrong, and he could not doubt that his memory was false.

When Song Xuewei heard Song Zhiyi's words, her hands under the table suddenly clenched tightly.

This time, Song Xuewei used extra force so that the sharp nails on her palms tingled and hurt.

"Song Zhiyi, if you feel the money is short, you can just say so."

Song Xuewei looked sideways at the man sitting next to her, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the expression on his face was not moved at all.

"Gu Jinyan paid for this money on my behalf. If you think it's less, I can give you a little extra, but...ah!!"

Before Song Xuewei could finish her words, the bank card Song Zhiyi played with between her fingers was shot straight toward Song Xuewei's face.

Although she instinctively dodged, the bank card still scratched her cheek.

Song Zhiyi's hand was still in the position of flicking the bank card. Seeing Song Xuewei exclaiming, she immediately apologized.

"Oops, sorry, my hand slipped."

Although she was apologizing, there was no trace of apology on her face. On the contrary, her beautiful eyes were smiling, and she was pleased.

Warm and sticky moisture hit her, and Song Xuewei touched her cheek in shock. Her fingertips were stained with bright red liquid, and she felt a slight tingling pain in her cheek.

She was disfigured!

Song Xuewei was pissed out that her breathing became heavier due to excitement. She could not be enduring at this moment.

She stood up abruptly, staring at Song Zhiyi fiercely, furious.

"Song Zhiyi!! Are you looking for death?"