"Hello!"
Qin Fang naturally extended his hand, grasped Yang Rui's somewhat stiff palm, gently shook it once, then immediately released it, giving Yang Rui a way out of the awkward situation.
"I don't mind, of course I don't mind..."
At this moment, Yang Rui's heart felt as though it was bleeding. Inside, he kept cursing, "I mind," "I mind," but on his face, he still had to squeeze out a happy smile, trying to appear nonchalant.
"Then thank you very much..."
Ning Yumo immediately chuckled, expressing her gratitude warmly, although her enthusiasm was not for Yang Rui but rather for her boyfriend Qin Fang beside her. At least her ample chest was rubbing fiercely against Qin Fang's arm... while all Yang Rui could do was watch helplessly.
A nameless rage rose irresistibly within him, and Yang Rui suddenly felt as though he had been slapped in the face; his cheeks burned, and he didn't dare meet Ning Yumo's gaze any longer.
