Seeing that Zhao Ying not only did not blame him but also offered to help him explain, Yang Ming did not feel at ease. He looked at Zhao Ying gratefully, and then he nodded. They quickly got out of the crowd and chased in Chen Mengyan's direction.
"Mengyan!" Yang Ming shouted.
Chen Mengyan's pace wasn't very fast. After all, she was a girl. Moreover, she was sad now. She cried until her vision was blurred. So, Yang Ming caught up with her without going far.
Not sure if she heard Yang Ming's call, Chen Mengyan lowered her head anyway and ignored Yang Ming.
"Mengyan, you wait..." Yang Ming dashed two steps and stopped in front of Chen Mengyan.
"Go away!" Chen Mengyan glanced at Yang Ming and said.
"You hear me out... Mengyan..." Yang Ming said quickly, "Actually, it isn't what you thought..."
"I don't want to listen, bullsh*t!" Chen Mengyan covered her ears with her hands.
