"Really?" Ling Xuejiu laughed, "Could it be that you've taken a liking to Leng Xuan?"
Li Mengjie giggled and said, "Xue Jiu, why do you keep asking that? Are you jealous or something?"
"Jealous?" Ling Xuejiu rolled her eyes and said with disdain, "Do you think that's possible? Even if all the men in the world died, I wouldn't like him. Hmph!" She turned her head away, not wanting to talk about Leng Xuan with Li Mengjie anymore. Whenever she did, she felt particularly annoyed!
Just then, a paper ball flew over and landed precisely on the table in front of her.
