Yang Fei, who had followed Yang Gang out of the basketball court, witnessed this spectacle, she paused, an indefinable thought flickered in her mind.
"Yang Gang looked at Shen Jing so tenderly just now, like he was looking at his own wife." Yang Fei mumbled, her gaze returning to Yang Gang and Shen Jing: "Could it be that Shen Jing is really the one Yang Gang likes?"
She bit her lip gently, uncertain of what she was thinking.
On the other hand.
Yang Gang had already awakened from his momentary fascination, gave a slight smile: "Ah, you really helped me out. I was clueless about the way. Little Jing, you're really like a guardian angel to me, always providing answers whenever I am lost."
This sentence had a bit of a double meaning. But Shen Jing didn't notice.
She laughed shyly: "I'm no angel, I'm just an ugly duckling."
"No, no, to me, you are an angel." Yang Gang laughed.
Shen Jing lowered her head a little, her cheeks flushing slightly: "Then let the angel lead the way."
