"Qianqian, what do you think Zhang Jingjing means by this?" He Wenyu sipped her milk tea, sitting with Luo Qianqian at the milk tea shop near the school gate, occasionally glancing at the unruffled Luo Qianqian.
"Just wait, maybe something came up," Luo Qianqian detected her friend's gazes and gave her a faint smile.
