Zhuang Liu glanced at Song Lin not far away and the corners of his lips curved up slightly. Tan Rou didn't even like eating cake—the fact that Song Lin didn't know this and still thought he could win her favor was simply a daydream.
"Tan Rou, wait a second." Zhuang Liu called out to Tan Rou as she was about to leave.
With her backpack on, Tan Rou turned around, a puzzled look on her face, "Third Brother, is there something else?"
"Come here, I want to tell you something." Zhuang Liu said with a smile.
Tan Rou laughed, "What's the matter that can't be said here?"
Zhuang Liu frowned slightly, seemingly a bit anxious, "Just come here for a second."
"Oh." Tan Rou walked back, "What is it that Third Brother wants to say?"
Zhuang Liu caught the edge of her clothing and whispered, "There's a leaf that has fallen on your head, let me take it off for you."
