"Ah?" Zhou Xiaoli was stunned.
Wei Chiyu smiled imperceptibly and explained, "Li Da likes to cook, but his food is terrible and he makes me eat it every time. That's why I often talk about your cooking."
Zhou Xiaoli felt a little awkward and blinked. "Oh, so that's it. I thought it was…"
At this point, Zhou Xiaoli immediately paused.
However, Wei Chiyu did not let her off. He asked innocently, "Huh? What else do you think it is?"
This time, even Zhou Xiaoli, who prided herself on being thick-skinned, blushed.
When Li Da said that Wei Chiyu often talked about her, she thought that Wei Chiyu liked her.
Now that she knew the truth, Zhou Xiaoli was a little embarrassed. She was too narcissistic. Ah, how embarrassing. What should she do?
Zhou Xiaoli was screaming madly in her heart as she tried to fool him. "Ah, um, I didn't think much of it. I also guessed that it must be because of this."
