When Yu Jingrong mentioned Mu Ri, Shen Anlingzi immediately became like a duck thrown into hot water, exploding on the spot, restless and anxious, "You... you, I... I... he..."
She looked at Yu Jingrong, her face red with the effort to speak, suddenly at a loss for words.
Yu Jingrong stared wide-eyed in surprise, "Don't tell me you've fallen for Mu Ri?"
Shen Anlingzi immediately retorted, "How could that be, of course not, I don't like him at all."
Yu Jingrong's smile faded, "You're not telling me the truth, don't you consider me a friend?"
"I am telling the truth!" Shen Anlingzi threw herself onto her, looking at her with puppy-dog eyes, "I really don't like him, it's just that he seems, to me..."
She didn't finish her sentence again.
"What about him? Is he acting weird?" Asked Yu Jingrong, shooting her a glance, knowing her character – not that she didn't want to say it, she just didn't know how to say it.