Tang Yu thought, it really was about this matter.
She cautiously glanced at Ye Sihan's expression and retorted, "I didn't..."
"Didn't? The photograph was taken very clearly, is that not you?" Luo Bingbing asked.
Tang Yu saw the photographs by the side of the food on the table—it was the same ones Lin Shuhuan had shown her during the day.
"Just because I had a meal and he gave me a ride home on his way, you all make it sound like this?" Tang Yu argued, unconvinced. "When you dine with men, does it amount to flirting? If a classmate gives me a ride home, at best it's gentlemanly behavior. What does that represent?"
Zhou Qinghua sneered coldly. "Tang Yu, that was Meng Jilin, our former high school class president, right?"
Tang Yu remained silent.
They had all been classmates, so it wasn't strange that Zhou Qinghua knew of Meng Jilin; the question just carried an annoying tone.
"I clearly remember that Meng Jilin had a crush on you back then."
