Girlfriend?
Anjiu laughed out of anger and gave him a sidelong glance, "Really faithful, huh, disappearing for two months and you still remember that I'm your girlfriend."
That glance was a dead ringer for Fu Chenshang's, particularly captivating. Xu Sicong's index finger twitched with eagerness as he leaned in, saying, "Of course, if I don't remember you, who else would I remember?"
"But I've already changed men, sorry." Anjiu pushed his hand away.
"What did you say?" Xu Sicong's face changed instantly.
"Can't understand human language?" Anjiu glanced at the time on her phone, already growing impatient.
"What do you take me, Xu Sicong, for? Play when you want, dump when you wish!" Xu Sicong raised his voice, and his few henchmen all gathered around; passing students also stopped curiously to point and whisper.
Now she was living under a magnifying glass, where any little thing would be infinitely magnified and then distorted as it spread.
