Lu Siyuan walked over with a look of disdain, "Why did you talk like that just now?"
"Like what?" Shen Mianmian blinked.
"With a pinched voice, looking all pathetic, like a scheming bitch." Lu Siyuan tried to describe it as accurately as possible. Since sitting together, Shen Mianmian had always been like a little adult, calm in every situation. When he was beaten up, she was like a hen protecting her chicks—small in stature but fierce, exuding a powerful force.
He had never seen her like that before, and it had given him the creeps.
Shen Mianmian snickered, "You can actually tell the difference between a 'green tea' girl?"
She thought, men were all like Gu Jianbin, the moment a woman acted weak and shed tears, they would be swayed.
In fact, she had just used the tone of a 'green tea' girl to state a fact.
"What 'green tea'?" Lu Siyuan was completely confused.
