
Evan played with the Doraemon Flying Chess he had just gotten, but his round eyes were wandering between his mother and the aunt in front of her.
The environment of the restaurant was quiet and elegant. Although it was mealtime, it was not noisy, just a good place for girls’ gathering.
"If you hadn't met me today, would you still not contact me?"
Vivian stirred the coffee in front of her and looked at Zoey with a bit of blame.
Zoey stuck out her tongue at her, “Even if I hadn't met you today, I will find you back!"
The ordered food was served one by one, and Vivian's expression changed from surprised to emotional.
"You still remember my favorite dishes..."
In the next second, she regained her playful nature.
Vivian stuffed a piece of pork ribs into her mouth and mumbled, "Don't think this alone can make up for the hurt you have done to me. You should treat me to at least ten sumptuous meals of this level!”
Vivian was chewing when she heard Zoey's extremely serious voice,
"Vivian, I was wrong. I should have listened to you before. I didn't see the scumbag clearly and leave the trash in time. Most importantly, I didn't cherish my friendship with you."
Scumbag?
"What? When did you discover that man's true face? Back then, you cried and yelled that you wouldn't marry anyone but him. No matter how I had tried to persuade you, you didn't listen..."
Suspicion was revealed from Vivian's expression.
Judging from current situation, Vivian thought that Zoey seemed to be a little different from before, but she couldn't tell exactly what was different.
Could a setback have such a significant impact on people?
"Previously, I didn't have good taste in picking up men. But I have raised my aesthetic taste and will never make the same mistake again."
After taking a slight breath, Zoey told Vivian the truth in detail, including the culprit who had caused her parents to die and how she had been taken advantage of.
As for how she knew the truth, Zoey explained it all in one stroke. Fortunately, Vivian did not dwell too much on this issue.
Of course, before she told the truth, Zoey called the waiter over and asked the waiter to take Evan to the bathroom.
Vanny was still too young. Regardless of whether he could understand these things, it was inappropriate for him to hear.
"They destroyed your family, made you unable to take back your family business, and even wanted to take advantage of you... How could there be such bad people in this world?"
Vivian had a bad temper. After listening to Zoey's story, she was so angry that she slammed the table, attracting the attention of the guests at the next table.
"I want revenge."
These three words lightly came out of Zoey's mouth. She seemed to say it casually, but only she herself knew how intense the hatred was.
"I want to take back everything I lost. I want them to get the punishment they deserve. I want them to taste the pain I have tasted."
The next second, Vivian said without hesitation, "Alright, I'll help you!"
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Evan sat on the big bed in Zoey's bedroom, a drawing book placed on his laps. He was as cute as a doll. His fair and tender hands flipped the pages left and right, but his eyes drifted to the door repeatedly. It was obvious that his mind was not on the book.
Pushing the door open with a click, Zoey walked in from outside with a glass of hot milk in her hand.
When Evan saw that the person he was waiting for had arrived, he immediately lowered his head.
"Vanny, go to bed early after drinking the milk."
Evan did not actively respond to his mother's call for the first time. Instead, he kept lowering his head and did not say a word. His little mouth was slightly pouted, and his cheeks were bulging like a puffer fish.
Zoey immediately noticed Evan's abnormality. She placed the cup in her hand on the bed and gently sat down beside Evan.
"What's wrong, Vanny?"
After eating with her best friend Vivian, Evan was not very happy. When she proposed to go back to the toy store, he was not very active. She thought that he was tired, so she took him home. But now, it seemed that there was another reason.


