Opposite, Dongfang Yi raised an eyebrow and looked at her: "Miss Meng, take it slow, you can't drink hot tea in a hurry."
Meng Junci always felt there was more to her words. She had never liked Dongfang Yi, and now her dislike intensified. "Thanks for the concern, Miss Dongfang, but I'm fine."
Dongfang Yi smiled slightly.
"What's there to calculate? You're just too timid, that's why you haven't won over my second brother yet. Come, I'll go with you." Yan Xing excitedly wanted to pull her over, but Meng Shujing pressed her shoulder down. "Behave yourself, sit quietly, and don't go anywhere."
Yan Xing pouted, just about to say something when Meng Junci held her hand: "Listen to your aunt, better not go."
Meng Shujing glanced at Meng Junci and a smile curled her lips. It seemed she had finally figured things out.
"Do you think Yan Song and Ji Yunya are real or fake?"
