71. Isn't It A Wrong Way?

Friends will not protect you forever. Once in a while, they are the ones who stab you from behind.

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Qeiza was cleansing her face from her make-up. Her cell phone had been ringing. She ignored it. She was lazy to move from the mirror just to get back there again.

“Who’s that?” Qeiza grumbled. Her device was continuously singing. It forced her to get up.

Qeiza glanced at the wall clock. It was almost midnight. Her memory immediately drifted to Abbas.

'Wanna borrow some money again?' Qeiza thought. She reached her phone reluctantly. Her forehead furrowed. It’s not Abbas’ name that popped up on the screen.

Qeiza lowered her hands. Her bones felt like being powerless instantly. “What else now?”

Qeiza was really frustrated facing Ansel’s attitudes. He never had the term of give up in his life.

Being annoyed because her female routine was disrupted, Qeiza threw her phone onto the bed. She certainly had muted the ringtone. Just let Ansel call her as he pleased. Later, he would get b