"Really?" Wang Qiaoxin turned her head to glance at Chen Shimei, who was still stiffly seated at the table, and deliberately raised her voice by eight degrees so that not only Chen Shimei heard her, but also nearly all of the other diners eating in the hall downstairs.
"Meeting once in one place might be called a coincidence, but bumping into each other again on the same day in different places, can that still be called a coincidence?"
Seeing her with malicious intentions, Lin Yuan's smile cooled by three degrees: "Then, Miss Wang, what do you think it should be called?"
Humphing, Wang Qiaoxin said, "Lin Yuan, don't think I don't know what you're plotting. I'm telling you, Shimei is mine now; we're about to get married. Don't assume that appearing in front of him more often will make him change his heart. What I can offer him, you can't provide at all!"
Lin Yuan chuckled, "May I ask, Miss Wang, exactly what it is that you can provide that I cannot?"
