When Lin Tian and Shen Mengyi returned to the front of the treehouse from the bushes, the flush on Shen Mengyi's face hadn't faded.
"What did you two go off to do?"
Shen Yiran blocked Lin Tian and Shen Mengyi, looking at them suspiciously as if they were up to something.
Lin Tian didn't mind much, but Shen Mengyi couldn't hold back her pride and glared at Shen Yiran.
"None of your business, you brat. Go do whatever you need to do."
She dragged Shen Yiran up into the treehouse.
Standing in the same spot, Lin Tian was still watching Shen Mengyi when someone suddenly pinched his waist, a surge of pain snapping Lin Tian back to reality.
"Mengting, what are you doing?"
"What am I doing? Own up, did you take down the beautiful president of the Broadcasting Club?"
Bu Mengting looked like she was ready to accuse him, but her way of questioning was way too aggressive. Lin Tian didn't know how to respond.
