Regardless of how foul Rong Yan's expression was, Mao Beibei looked the picture of guilt.
"What's so important? Is it a certain class? Or a certain exam? Or perhaps some competition that just has to happen in the dead of night?"
Mao Beibei's smile at the corner of her mouth became slightly stiff and forced, "..."
How did he guess everything? She had racked her brains all night to come up with these excuses. They were supposed to be perfect, yet before she could even voice them, Rong Yan had preemptively and prophetically blurted them out.
For her to say it first was an entirely different concept from him saying it first.
If she used the same excuses he mentioned, they would just seem far-fetched.
But if not these, what other excuses could she possibly use?
Mao Beibei furrowed her brows tightly as her mind raced, how should she put it to slip past him? Was Rong Yan truly seeing through her little ploys, or was he just bluffing her?
