"I think I'm going insane! The age-old iron tree has finally bloomed! There's actually a woman in Liang Chen's car!" As he said this, Cong Rong suddenly leaned in, reaching out his hand towards Jing Haohao in the car. "Miss, hello, I'm called Cong Rong. I've been friends with Liang Chen since we were little. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Jing Haohao's heart pounded nervously. She only dared to keep her head down without even glancing at Cong Rong. She extended her hand to shake hands hastily with him.
Cong Rong's mind was completely fixated on wanting to see what this woman in the car exactly looked like. Hence, he rushed to greet her. He had no idea this woman wouldn't even look at him once.
Cong Rong's heart instantly itched like it was infested with ants. He said, "Miss, I'm greeting you out of sincere goodwill. Your curt response and unwillingness to even lift your head is really disrespectful!"
Jing Haohao kept her head down and said, "I'm sorry."
