In short, An Nuo and Ruan Ying had snatched Murong Qiao away for lunch.
Although it was called snatching, Murong Qiao actually had no objections to this. She even indulged the two of them in planning their actions.
It was too sinful to reject other people's kindness.
"Just don't read those comments online. They're too… bad." Ruan Ying held it in for a long time before this adjective popped out.
Murong Qiao tapped her forehead with her fingertips in amusement and said helplessly, "I'm really not affected."
"I know." Ruan Ying took a bite of the small cake she had bought.
She said eloquently, "I'm just making myself feel a little ritualistic."
"Actually, I originally imagined that you would be comforted by An Nuo and me, and then cry and hug each other…" From Ruan Ying's tone, she seemed to be a little regretful.
Murong Qiao looked at her in a speechless manner. "What nonsense television drama did you watch again?"
