Cheng Yue: "We know each other!"
Yan Huan: "We don't know each other."
The two people said conflicting words in unison.
"Huh? Do you guys know each other or not?" The girl blinked at Cheng Yue, seemingly eager for an answer.
But Cheng Yue's gaze was fixed on Yan Huan's face, looking at her with unblinking eyes filled with a smile.
"Cheng Yue! She's asking you a question!" The girl coquettishly tugged at Cheng Yue's hand with her soft hands, shaking it, "What's wrong with you? I'm asking you something, did you hear me?"
"He's my brother's student. That's all!" Yan Huan gave a faint glance at Cheng Yue's hand, held by the girl, threw out a sentence, and grabbed Ning Chenyang, who was seriously drinking soda, turning to leave.
Yes, she admitted she was frustrated!
These two looked quite matched, both in appearance and personality. As an old woman five or six years older than Cheng Yue, she should have stepped aside a long time ago.
