Wang Meng actually didn't want to bother, but remembering how that woman had avoided him like the plague that day, he had a sudden impulse and thus approached her.
Seeing the comical state of the woman, he couldn't help but smile, his mouth stretching into a grin. Usually, she acted like a spoiled rich girl, and now, to see her in such a disheveled state genuinely brightened his mood.
After all, he had nothing better to do every day, so finding some amusement for himself seemed pretty good.
Song Qian'ai, seeing the person who appeared before her, felt like she needed to pray to Buddha for better luck. What was this, why did it have to be him? Oh my god, she didn't want to see this man at all. For some reason, a strong aversion arose in her heart at the sight of him. After all, she had been scared by his sinister gaze when they first met. She pressed her lips tightly, and then quickly lowered her head, repeating in her mind, "Please go away, please go away…"
