If Xiao Qian knew that buying a watermelon would bring her an old acquaintance, she definitely wouldn't have entered this supermarket. She would never forget the surprised expressions on Yu Minglang's and Ye Xiaoyu's faces as they pointed at each other.
How could she describe her feelings at this moment? Xiao Qian felt it was more uncomfortable than eating rice mixed with sand – it was like cracking eggs into a bowl, with all of them being good, except for the last one being rotten.
As a result, the entire bowl of egg mixture had to be thrown away. How frustrating.
The excitement she had felt when she first saw Yu Minglang, the desire to embrace him despite her resolve, had all transformed into a high alert.
