I Was Just Talking Big, Childhood Friend, Don't Pull That Out!

After a night of heavy drinking.

Jiang Xuecha was grabbed by the scruff of the neck by her tall, broad-shouldered childhood friend and dragged in front of an imposing building.

At the sight of the huge characters gleaming on the building's facade, Jiang Xuecha's legs went weak.

Jiang Xuecha: "Why are we here?"

Childhood friend: "You agreed to take responsibility for what happened last night."

"I never agreed!"

"There's a video."

"Ha! Everyone knows videos can be doctored!"

"Heh. Heh." The childhood friend chuckled coldly as he reached into his pocket.

"I was just talking big because I was drunk last night. Don't, don't, don't take it out! We don't have to take things this far!"

Looking at the two reddish-brown household registers, Jiang Xuecha's legs went even weaker. "Why do you have my family's household register?!"

Her childhood friend kept chuckling coldly. "There's a lot you don't know. This time, there's no escape."