Luo Bingying bit her pink lips, struggling to finish a complete sentence.
"Really?" Luo Bingying still didn't believe it.
"Really."
"Alright then."
Since her best friend had said so, Luo Bingying reluctantly hung up the phone but added on WeChat: If there's any problem, feel free to text or call me at any time.
Meanwhile, Zhou Peiwei set down her phone with uneven breaths and said, "Shen Yuan, you bad guy, do you know, do you realize Bingying almost heard us just now?"
"It wouldn't matter if she did; she and I have nothing going on right now," Shen Yuan said calmly.
"But, but I think she still likes you."
"Hm? So what? You want to give me to her?"
"That's not it..."
Zhou Peiwei said with a blushing face, "I don't have anything to do with you, so there's no question of 'giving' anyone away."
"Hm?"
Shen Yuan gripped tightly.
"Ah... Ow!"
Zhou Peiwei frowned and swatted Shen Yuan's hand away, then she re-did her bra and repositioned her dress straps.
