Seeing the standoff between them becoming more and more dreadful, Lin Miaoyu clutched her chest and finally started to walk over step by step.
She held Pei Chenyang's hand and shook her head at him, "Chenyang, don't be agitated. Today's incident must be a misunderstanding. Mengmeng, she definitely didn't mean it."
Lin Miaoyu's eyes were slightly reddened, truly a pitiful sight to behold.
Even though she meant well, Zhao Mengmeng couldn't help but frown in dislike.
She didn't want to accept the pity from Lin Miaoyu, who was gentle and adorable, and whom Pei Chenyang cherished in the palm of his hand.
Zhao Mengmeng felt she deserved it, for liking a Pei Chenyang who loathed her to the extreme.
"Don't interfere, she appeared behind us out of nowhere, no coincidence is that perfect."
Pei Chenyang's tone was very firm, so, no matter how she explained or screamed, it was useless?
Zhao Mengmeng laughed, retracted her swollen hand, and let out a self-deprecating chuckle.
