"Why do you say I don't like him?"
This statement was an implicit affirmation.
Lu Mian quietly looked at the person opposite. Her serene and aloof voice left Shen Yiyao at a loss for words, her momentum deflating as she sat limply on the cushion.
Mo Si beside her was secretly clutching her phone, internally screaming that she had hit the jackpot on true gossip.
If Mr. Mo saw this video, he would definitely be ecstatic!
Ah ah ah, Miss Lu, keep going, don't stop!
Shao Yunxuan hurried over to eagerly help Shen Yiyao up.
Lu Mian sneered softly, her cold eyes misty, unclear whether she was drunk or not.
Her gaze shifted from Shen Yiyao to the window.
She clearly saw that outside, large snowflakes were fluttering down, the weather was dim, and a layer of pristine white had settled on the clean bluestone pavement.
The beautiful first snow.
Lu Mian was slightly distracted, then forcefully pinched the Yuji Acupoint in her palm to clear her head a little.
