Zhou Xiaoshu was startled and instinctively moved a step closer to Su Weifeng, her hand reaching out to grab his arm.
Song Qiuping's face turned even uglier as he said sternly, "Well, I've been wondering why you keep rejecting me. I thought you were pure and chaste, but it turns out you've found yourself a man outside."
"I haven't, he's just a friend," Zhou Xiaoshu defended almost reflexively.
Song Qiuping curled his lip in disdain and said, "Friend? A fuck buddy? Or someone's kept woman? He doesn't seem all that great, not wearing any famous brands, just some street stall goods, and you've followed him. You're selling yourself short."
"You... you..." Zhou Xiaoshu's face flushed red in anger, at a loss for words from being slandered like this.
Su Weifeng had been watching from the side without interjecting. If they were a couple, it wouldn't be good for him to get involved.
