Ning Mengmeng sighed and shrugged helplessly. "Actually, I really want to act. Forget it, I'll leave first."
Ning Mengmeng waved at them and left.
Ning Mengmeng had just finished her session when her phone vibrated non-stop. She took out her phone from her handbag. When she saw that it was Su Zihang's, her eyes turned cold.
She didn't even pick up and hung up.
The other party didn't insist on continuing the call. Instead, he sent her a text message.
[Mengmeng, what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll take you there.]
Ning Mengmeng casually deleted the message and could not help but laugh coldly.
In the past, he had never been so proactive. She would always call Su Zihang and Su Zihang would pick up almost every time. He was gentle and polite, but he kept hanging on to her, making Ning Mengmeng want to get closer to him more and more.
