Cheng Su led Ying Xiaoya to a corner under the tree and sat down, even pouring her a cup of tea, and asked, "What's wrong today? Why do you have red eyes? Is something bothering you?"
Ying Xiaoya's face turned red as she said, "It's nothing. Go ahead with your work; don't worry about me."
"Nothing? And yet your eyes are red? Don't try to fob me off with the old 'got sand in my eyes' excuse—I don't buy it," Cheng Su said, raising an eyebrow.
Ying Xiaoya looked down and it took her a long while to reply, "I just feel ashamed. Seeing how seriously you all work, while I'm here feeling lovelorn and melancholic."
"Oh? So, you're in love?" Interest sparked in Cheng Su's eyes as she asked, "Come on, spill the beans, which gentleman has stolen our Miss Ying's heart?"
"Cut it out," scoffed Ying Xiaoya with a glare, then sighed deeply and said, "It's not that I'm in love. I'm just annoyed."
"Oh?"
"Remember Zhang Yujun, the guy who came with me last time?"
