However, Huang Yingying was as cold to Lin Tian as before, only burying her head in her meal without giving him any attention.
That's not quite right, Huang Yingying had changed too.
In the past, during meals together, Huang Yingying would always pick on Lin Tian for no reason, finding various ways to mock and ridicule him.
But this evening, she was unusually quiet—clearly not normal.
Lin Tian stared at Huang Yingying for a while and wondered if it could be because Zhou Xinlan had done 'that' thing to him with her hand, and Yingying had seen it from outside the door, which was why Yingying's attitude towards him had improved slightly?
"Why do you keep staring at me? Is there a flower on my face?"
Huang Yingying slammed down her chopsticks, glaring at Lin Tian furiously.
"No flowers, just a grain of rice," Lin Tian said.
Huang Yingying raised her hand to touch it but felt nothing.
Before Huang Yingying could ask again, Lin Tian laughed, "Oh, I must have seen it wrong."
