With a smile that didn't reach her eyes, Zhou Mo replied, "That was eight hundred years ago; your information is way outdated."
Cong Manrong looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Zhou Mo sneered, "Didn't Zhang Lanlan tell you that I have new circumstances?"
Cong Manrong broke into a cold sweat. Zhou Mo pulled her arm away from Cong Manrong's grasp and continued, "The 'heard' you mentioned, did you hear it from Zhang Lanlan?"
A flicker of panic flashed through Cong Manrong's eyes. "How is that possible? Lanlan is your senior sister; why would she tell us these things?"
"If she doesn't tell you, who else would she tell? Others wouldn't care about my gossip." Zhou Mo responded.
Cong Manrong's face showed a trace of embarrassment. "I was just joking," Zhou Mo said.
Cong Manrong laughed awkwardly, "How could we spread your gossip? You are well-known in our college, and even if we did, nobody would believe it, right?"