Yang Yuran held her head with one hand, answering feebly, "Call him over; we need to have a one-on-one chat with him."
Alas, how sad it is, playing dumb does not help, calamity is inescapable.
Half an hour later, Kong Tengyu knocked on the door of room 404.
Yang Yuran granted permission to enter and cut straight to the point, asking, "Do you like He Qian?"
She intended to overwhelm the other party with her imposing tone, so as long as the other party responded vaguely, she could just give a warning and be done with it.
However, Kong Tengyu cast aside his usual shyness and meticulous image, bravely admitting, "Yes, I like He Qian."
The straightforward and bold confession left Yang Yuran choked up for a moment before she continued, "Do you understand what kind of 'like' I am asking about?"
Kong Tengyu fell silent, quietly gazing back at her.
In fact, from the determined look in his eyes, Yang Yuran could guess the answer.
