"There's no best!" Xiao Ling said with a tight smile plastered on her face.
"Sister Xiaoxiao, let's ignore her. There's nothing to talk about with someone like her," Yang Xing said, shooting a piercing glance at Xiao Ling before pulling Qian Xiaoxiao aside.
Soon, Yang Le came over with three bottles of soda, handing two of them to Qian Xiaoxiao and Yang Xing and giving the last one to Xiao Ling.
"You must be thirsty too, right? Have a drink first," Xiao Ling said, handing the soda to Yang Le.
Yang Le smiled, took a sip of the soda, and handed it back to Xiao Ling.
Witnessing the interaction between Yang Le and Xiao Ling, Qian Xiaoxiao was nearly driven insane with jealousy. Yang Le was supposed to be hers; she had waited for him for so many years, only for someone else to snatch him away. How could she accept that?
