Dong Yingluo's smile froze, and she looked meaningfully at the person who had spoken.
"I don't think I remembered wrong..." the boy muttered. He was just making an offhand remark, but Dong Yingluo reacted as if she'd been greatly wronged, "So, do you think I plagiarized the idea from the sports department?"
The naive and innocent boy blushed, "Dong Yingluo, that's not what I meant, I..."
"Enough! Aliang!" The manager glared at him with displeasure, "Ideas that are similar abound, how could you say such a thing about Yingluo?"
Aliang knew that the manager was currently pursuing Dong Yingluo, and by saying this, he had put his foot in it.
"I'm sorry, Yingluo, I didn't mean anything else by it..." Aliang apologized.
Dong Yingluo's eyes were red, and she smiled gracefully, "It doesn't matter."
Her smile, pure as a lotus after rain, neither seductive nor flirtatious, clean and beautiful, made men feel a deep protective urge from within!
