91, lie, question

Song Ci turned his face away, his dark eyes continuing to gaze towards the nearby bus stop and taxi stand, a cool look playing across his face.

The girl was very hurt, her face darkening as she fell silent, her cute lips obviously pouting.

A classmate standing beside them reached out and patted Song Ci's shoulder, sneaking a sideways glance at him, "You sneaky devil, it really looks like you've been up to something. Since when did you have a girlfriend and why didn't we know?"

Another friend also teased, "Yeah, right, hitting on girls without inviting us, tsk!"

The girl, deeply hurt, glared at the two of them: "He's lying, and you guys believe him! He's always buried in his books like a nerd, how could he possibly have time to pursue girls? I can't believe you guys!"

As she spoke, she pouted, her face full of disbelief.

Lifting her head, the girl standing on Song Ci's right saw Song Qinghuan approaching from the left.