"Hello, beautiful. I want to ask if I can add you on WeChat?" On the bench, Song Jiaren was sitting there waiting for Jiang Ye. Suddenly, a boy in a white T-shirt walked over. He was probably in his late teens or early twenties. He approached Song Jiaren and asked for her WeChat.
"Huh?" Song Jiaren frowned slightly. She didn't put on any makeup today. Indeed, losing weight was comparable to plastic surgery.
"Can I?" Seeing that Song Jiaren didn't reply, the boy asked again.
"I'm sorry, but I already have someone I like." Song Jiaren waved her hand and politely rejected the boy's advances.
Although he refused to give up, the boy still left in the end. As he walked, he looked back at Song Jiaren every three steps, making her very uncomfortable.
Ten minutes later
"Alright, I've already apologized to you. Stop mumbling." Then, Jiang Ye stood up from the stool and put his hands in his pockets as if he was searching for something.
