Ye Jinwen sent Shen Yixin a deeply grateful look that seemed to reach back eight generations.
Then he looked pitifully at Ya Ling.
Ya Ling avoided his gaze, refusing to engage in the conversation.
Maintaining an expression that suggested she enjoyed stirring up excitement, she inquired with curiosity, "Xinxin, have you ever met Mi Lu? Do you really like him that much?"
"I haven't... He's too mysterious, I only know some basic information about him."
"Poof," laughed Ya Ling, moving closer to her. "You haven't even met him, and yet you like him. You're getting braver, aren't you? I advise you to make some time to meet him in person. I'll help you plan it."
"Okay, stop talking about me..." Shen Yixin, feeling scrutinized, blushed uncontrollably.
The more Xinxin blushed, the more clearly Ya Ling laughed.
Ye Jinwen, "Xi Xi, smile for me, will you..."
The three were chatting in the café when a young man with a slow gait approached.
