Rong Meng looked towards Ying Hengyu and the others beside her.
The milk tea shop was quite crowded on the weekend, with their table in a corner far from the next, and Ying Hengyu and Bai Yang sitting at the side and back, a few pairs of eyes tensely watching the commotion here.
Noticing her gaze, Ying Hengyu immediately made a fist at her as a warning.
Rong Meng blinked and turned back to meet the youth's clear, black-and-white eyes, his elegant and delicate face sporting the usual smile, seemingly mocking yet not, "If Ying Hengyu wasn't still chasing Qin Manyue, I'd almost think he liked you."
Rong Zhi stirred the milk tea in her cup expressionlessly, took a sip, it was unsweetened and tasted bland.
Without lifting her head, she responded, "You're quite practiced in making up stories about people."
Rong Meng choked, her face darkening slightly, she gritted her teeth and held back, speaking lightly, "Not as good as your dog-training skills."
