"Yue, I think I've figured out a method."
Jiang Cheng's brows relaxed, and for some reason, he was especially brimming with inspiration this time.
Yue Linger's face remained expressionless, "Thinking about the symbol is important, but could you let go of my hand before talking to me?"
Jiang Cheng looked at Yue Linger's hands, puzzled, "But Yue, I'm not holding your hand."
Yue Linger said exasperatedly, "I'm talking about Liu Qing's hand! It's not even dark yet, can we pay attention to the impact, please?"
Jiang Cheng earnestly corrected Yue's misunderstanding, "Liu Qing and I are innocent."
Liu Qing also nodded in agreement.
Indeed, there was nothing strange between her and Jiang Cheng; they were just friends.
She was unashamed of this fact, with no need to hide or be secretive.
Yue Linger gritted her teeth, "Alright, alright, innocent hand-holding, right?"
"Friends," Liu Qing said.
"Then I'm also Jiang Cheng's friend! I want to hold hands too."
