Yan Ye had said only one word, yet Lian Xinying could clearly feel his wariness and guard.
"It's a good friend I knew from the girls' school," Lian Xinying said as she picked up a piece of food for him with her chopsticks, "you wouldn't know her even if I told you."
"Say it, who is it?" Yan Ye insisted firmly, his sharp gaze making Lian Xinying tense up as well.
"Her name is Shu Xiang, a very nice girl," Lian Xinying blurted out in praise, hoping to dispel his suspicions.
After getting his answer, Yan Ye's expression returned to normal, "Hmm, she might have been a nice girl three years ago, but what she has become now can only be known after meeting and interacting with her."
Yan Ye's every word carried the ease of an elder who saw through everything.
"Oh. She has asked me out for tea tomorrow afternoon." Lian Xinying had always known Yan Ye was wise, so she didn't doubt that Shu Xiang might not be the same person she once knew.
