FLWS 88

Chapter – 88 

 Someone Is Playing Tricks

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“Just checked the weather forecast. It might rain later. We should head back quickly,” Qiao Le said as she walked into the room, putting on her jacket.

Fu Dong nodded. “We can just take the cable car down later. I’ve arranged for someone to drive and wait at the bottom.”

“My jacket.” Mu Wanwan’s voice suddenly dropped, sharp and cold. Qiao Le immediately ran over.

“Wanwan, what’s wrong?”

Mu Wanwan’s brows carried a hint of worry. “Le Le, have you seen my jacket?”

“No. Wasn’t your stuff with Lu Li?” Qiao Le said, flipping through the items on the table. Only Lu Li’s backpack remained.

“What’s going on? Your bag’s gone too.”

Fu Dong followed the voice and, seeing Mu Wanwan’s serious expression, felt a pang of unease.

“What happened?”

“Wanwan’s backpack and jacket are both missing,” Qiao Le said with a grave expression.

Mu Wanwan steadied herself and slowly turned around, acting as if nothing had happened.

What she didn’t notice was that Lu Ziqing’s face had shown a flicker of unease when she saw Mu Wanwan approaching.

“Mu Wanwan?” An Yao’s eyes caught someone walking quickly from a distance, surprise flickering across her face.

He furrowed his brows and ran after her.

“This has to be someone playing tricks. Lu Li’s backpack is still here. Ours are still here. Only Wanwan’s things are missing.”

“What things? Mu Wanwan, what are you talking about? Who took your things? Are you deliberately trying to make trouble for us? I know you don’t like us, but that doesn’t give you the right to slander us,” Lu Ziqing said sharply.

An Yao smiled softly. “I’ll wait for a better opportunity to give it to him.”

“An Yao, you already got a peace talisman for my brother. Why not give it to him?”

Lu Ziqing pouted, stood up, and jumped off the stone.

A cold flash passed through Mu Wanwan’s eyes. Her fingers clenched tightly. Qiao Le and Fu Dong only felt a gust of wind pass by, and the next second, Mu Wanwan was no longer beside them.

This was about to turn serious.

“Tell me—who took my things?” she asked in a cold voice.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Mu Wanwan had already appeared in front of them.

Fu Dong was still stunned, but he had a strong premonition trouble was coming.

“Wanwan, wait for me!”

“It’s just a jacket and a backpack. Why is Wanwan so anxious?” Fu Dong scratched his head, puzzled, looking at Qiao Le.

Qiao Le glared at him, suddenly remembering something, and hurried after her.

“An Yao, let’s go. Better not let her pick a fight with us.”

Although he might refuse her, she still wanted to try.

By the lotus pond, Lu Ziqing sat on a large rock, tilting her head back, wearing a self-righteous expression.

Crap. Today Wanwan had put the little pouch inside the inner pocket of her jacket.

An Yao grabbed Lu Ziqing and said, “Wanwan, you must be misunderstanding. We’ve been here the whole time. How could we have taken your things?”

“You just went back to get something to eat. Was it you who took my things?” Mu Wanwan ignored her, her gaze sharp as it shot toward Lu Ziqing.

A flicker of panic crossed Lu Ziqing’s eyes. “What do you mean, Mu Wanwan? Don’t think that just because my brother protects me, you can accuse me freely. It’s just a broken jacket and a backpack. Who cares enough to steal them?”

“How did you know the things I’m missing are a backpack and a jacket?” Mu Wanwan’s eyes darkened with hostility, her voice even colder.