"Young Master Meng!" Kang Ziweng looked at Meng Chenghui with an aggrieved expression, the very picture of a damsel in distress. She reached a hand out to him, hoping he would pull her up and stick up for her.
Unfortunately, her hopes were misplaced. She never expected Meng Chenghui to completely ignore her. Instead, his burning gaze was fixed on Su Qing.
'So cool!'
That was the only thought in Meng Chenghui's mind.
Meng Chenghui thought the slap Su Qing had just given Kang Ziweng was the coolest thing he'd ever seen. He never imagined he'd use a word like "cool" to describe a girl's actions.
Su Qing saw Meng Chenghui looking at her and jutted her chin toward Kang Ziweng, who was still on the floor. "Your girlfriend?"
"Nope." Meng Chenghui shook his head like a rattle drum. "We're not close. Miss Kang and I are just acquaintances."
