"Yo!" Reaching behind them, Ding Lan chuckled, "What are you two whispering about? Got something shady you don't want others to know?"
Lu Hechen didn't even glance at her and continued his cold demeanor, making it clear he did not mingle with women.
Of course, women other than his own.
Song Di said, "Little chubby girl, what are you talking about? Mind your words, what do you mean by shady?"
When Ding Lan heard Song Di speak, she was still holding her breath, and couldn't help glaring at him angrily, venting, "Like a withered chrysanthemum, for example!"
Weilan was taken aback and let out a laugh.
Lu Hechen frowned and gave Weilan a sideways glance, with a warning.
Weilan didn't even look at him and completely ignored his gaze.
"Withered chrysanthemum?" Song Di's voice rose, "What nonsense are you spouting, kiddo? Go play over there."
