Tang Yishen stopped the other party's recklessness.
"Don't scare my friend. What if you traumatize her and she doesn't want to go out for meals with me anymore? Do you plan on compensating me for that loss?" Tang Yishen's words were laced with a mix of seriousness and jest.
The man on the other side waved his hand repeatedly. "That's not what I meant, you shouldn't accuse me unnecessarily. I just sincerely want to make a friend."
Wen Zhiyao sighed helplessly; this man was evidently up to no good.
"I'm sorry, but I already have plenty of friends. I don't need any new ones, lest my old friends get jealous." Wen Zhiyao quickly improvised and adamantly turned the man down.
Tang Yishen couldn't help but laugh, joining in the tease, "Yes, I, as an old friend, would certainly get jealous."
The man's face fell, while the woman by his side looked very pleased with this outcome.
