This statement was like a sharp knife, stripping away Wen Shirou's hypocritical facade and exposing her to the public eye.
Su Fanxing pressed her lips together, holding back laughter.
She nearly knew how rare it was for Lin Tianyu to voice praise.
Yet Wen Shirou still sought him out. Wasn't this the equivalent of handing herself a sword to commit suicide by a thousand cuts?
Her muffled laughter reached Wen Shirou's ears, fueling her rage and embarrassment, nearly making her feel utterly humiliated.
Unfortunately, she had no one beside her, no one to compliment her and break the awkwardness.
Wen Shirou forced a laugh and said, "Brother Tianyu, that comment was a bit odd."
"I wasn't talking to you," Lin Tianyu replied indifferently.
The atmosphere was like the wind outside, howling wildly, sweeping through every corner, cold enough to make one tighten their coat.
However, Wen Shirou had no coat beside her, and she was wearing a strapless dress, which made her feel chilly.
