Rong Yan looked at her seriously, "Is there a problem?"
"There isn't a big problem, but... ah, I'll just speak directly. When you take me to meet your friends, what role should I play?"
As a regular companion, or...
Rong Yan stroked her head, the gesture similar to smoothing the fur of a golden retriever, "There's no need to play any role, just be yourself."
"So that means... the role of your fiancée?"
Could it be that this guy, having been single for so long, wants her to help him show off in front of his friends, to make the other singles jealous?
Before she could finish that thought, her chin was gently gripped by his hand, and she found herself looking into his deep, profound eyes.
"Don't let your mind wander, okay?"
Mao Beibei nodded passively, her thoughts continuing to twist and turn.
Rong Yan was somewhat helpless, "Let's go."
