Mao Beibei pulled out a tissue and wiped her fingers dry, "Miss Man Qing, what do you want to say?"
Usually, after a lot of preamble, there definitely has to be a clear subject.
So, Mao Beibei directly asked.
Man Qing's face showed some guilt, "I understand his temperament. He didn't really bring you here to introduce you to us today. It was because... he wanted to provoke me."
"Huh?" Mao Beibei was utterly confused, "You mean Mr. Rong?"
Hearing Mao Beibei still calling Rong Yan 'Mr. Rong,' Man Qing felt a bit better; at least this proved that their relationship hadn't progressed that far.
Before Mao Beibei could say anything, Man Qing's gaze flickered, and she suddenly grabbed Beibei's wrist, followed by a sharp prick on her arm.
"Hiss~" Mao Beibei instinctively wanted to break free, but Man Qing held on tightly, and she had no choice but to use a bit of force to push her away.