Shang Yan stood still, watching the two walk away.
"Shang Yan!" Wang Meiling saw Shang Yan and happily ran up to him, "Will you walk me home~"
Shang Yan's gaze darkened, his expression indifferent.
"No, I have other things to do."
Wang Meiling pouted, trying to grab onto the hem of his clothes and act coquettishly, but Shang Yan stepped back to avoid her.
"What do you have to do? I can wait for you and go together."
Wang Meiling's hand drooped, her eyebrows furrowing in displeasure.
"I need to go back to the old house; I'm leaving first." After saying this, Shang Yan turned and left.
Shang Yan felt a certain repulsion towards Wang Meiling's clinginess. They had only known each other for less than two months, but Wang Meiling followed him around like a little tail.
Even when he returned to his hometown to visit his family, Wang Meiling followed.
He was already somewhat averse to her, and now that aversion had escalated into outright dislike.
