"Don't worry, there's nothing between us. He's just helped me a few times, well, specifically three times. He's the type who usually keeps to himself, doesn't like talking to others. Uncle, there's no way he likes me, so you can rest assured."
Qiao Yaoran raised an eyebrow. A guy who isn't fond of interacting with people, yet helped Su Tian multiple times—wasn't that obvious enough?
"Return the clothes tomorrow, forget it, you don't have to handle this."
Qiao Yaoran absolutely wouldn't allow her any opportunity to spend time with that guy.
But Su Tian said blankly, "I brought these clothes back. If I don't return them, who will?"
Suddenly, Qiao Yaoran remembered something: "Are you going to the freshmen welcome party?"
The conversation shifted too quickly, leaving Su Tian momentarily at a loss: "Yes, yes."
"Do you not have a husband or a boyfriend?"
