"Not too bad," Fang Zheng said with a smile:
"I was like that when the teacher punished me to stand."
"It's different." Wen Lei shook her head:
"We're all adults now."
"Hey, you two."
As they were speaking, someone blocked their way:
"Can I ask, are you two a couple?"
The person was dressed in a sharp suit and quite handsome, just a bit short, and his eyes had an unnerving look.
He held a microphone, facing Fang Zheng:
"It's enviable for a handsome guy like you to have such a beautiful girlfriend."
"No," Fang Zheng shook his head:
"She's not my girlfriend."
"Oh!"
The man looked surprised and glanced at them again.
Wen Lei had been drinking and was swaying, so she was holding onto Fang Zheng's arm, and her tilted body pressed closely against him.
Traveling together like this, they weren't a couple?
The man's mind raced, and a barely noticeable sinister smile crossed his face before he moved the microphone towards the tipsy Wen Lei:
