Nan Zhifeng's heart suddenly panicked, but she still maintained her composure, frowning and coldly chiding, "Ye Mingcheng, stop fooling around!"
"Haha…" Ye Mingcheng laughed, "I can't actually scare you."
"So you conclude that there is an issue between us just because your brother took me aside to chat in a private room during the Meng family banquet? And now you're here trying to trick me into revealing something? Aren't you too idle?" Nan Zhifeng gave him a disdainful look.
"Alright, I am being idle," Ye Mingcheng looked at her with a smile, "How about supper? My treat."
"No thanks," Nan Zhifeng didn't want to deal with him, "Just take me back."
"Don't you think you should have that bruise on your face looked at in the hospital?" Ye Mingcheng said with concern, "Uncle Qi would feel heartbroken if he saw it."
"No need, thanks!"
Nan Zhifeng didn't want to say too much, fearing she might give away more than she intended.
