The lotus leaf floated back and Tang Wulin returned to his initial position.
'Who was he referring to?' This question arose in many people's minds. As for the girls on the opposite side, many of them had the same thought. 'It's not me?'
The smile on Dai Yun'er's face froze. Wu Siduo's expression turned pale. Female Number Eighteen was very quiet whereas Female Number Seventeen did not budge even an inch. However, the lotus leaf beneath her feet began sending ripples through the water.
'He's still into her.' Dai Yun'er pressed her lips together. Her pretty face was pale. The instant she heard Tang Wulin utter those words, she felt as if her heart had been stabbed. She was in so much pain that it was almost impossible for her to breathe.
