It's as if the person before her wasn't the Song Yunchi she knew!
Girlfriend?
To be his... girlfriend?
But she liked Song Yiheng...
She and Qing Shenshen were the perfect match.
"I can't agree to this."
Song Yunchi's smile solidified on the corner of his lips, his voice slow, "Why not?"
Why couldn't she agree to be his girlfriend? Could it be... because of Song Yiheng?
If she really liked Song Yiheng that much, then he wouldn't force her.
After all, a melon forcibly twisted off the vine isn't sweet.
"I like Yiheng," Lu Meng said with puffed cheeks in a muffled voice.
As expected.
Song Yunchi couldn't identify the feeling in his heart at that moment—a bit sour and fleeting.
Standing up, he placed a hand on Lu Meng's shoulder and chuckled, "Okay."
Lu Meng looked up in surprise—what did his "okay" mean?
Her blank gaze, coupled with her sullen expression, seemed somewhat pitiful.