"He's my boyfriend."
Yu Minglang helped her so much, she couldn't let him lose face in front of his friends. Just now she said Yu Minglang was just a friend, but Qian didn't miss their teasing glances. She took the chance while Jia Xiufang wasn't around to give Yu Minglang a little credit.
Yaming, with one hand in his pocket, his eyes gleaming beneath his glasses, deliberately asked in a gentle and naive manner.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly, what did you say?"
"I said, Yu Minglang is my boyfriend. Just now, because my mother was here, I couldn't distract her, but he is indeed my boyfriend. Next time we have a chance, we'll invite you to dinner together."
Actually, this was just a polite gesture.
When Qian said it, she was very clear in her heart that whether they would meet again was another matter.
