Zhang Yuan yelled and gave Zheng Haoyu a thumbs up.
After giving it, she immediately regretted it, "Why did I give you a thumbs-up, you jerk!"
Niannian.
These two gentle words came out of Zheng Haoyu's mouth as if they were about to be carved into Su Nian's heart.
Deliberately ignoring Zheng Haoyu's increasingly fiery gaze, Su Nian rudely rolled her eyes, "No one forced you!"
"Hey, Niannian, which country are you from? Why are you taking his side?" Zhang Yuan cried out in an exaggerated manner.
Su Nian made a stopping gesture, "I'm just speaking the truth."
"Humph." Zhang Yuan deflated and slumped onto the bench, looking at Su Nian with a look of grief.
As the spark of the two's argument, Young Master Zheng sat calmly next to Su Nian, sipping his water and using ice cubes to cool his face, trying to minimize his presence so as not to fan the flames.
"Hey, Zheng Haoyu." Despite Young Master Zheng's efforts to minimize his presence, he was still discovered by Zhang Yuan.
