After Zhu Hui sat back down, she quietly continued to consume the drinks.
Zhao Ying glanced at the cups on the table, and then at Lù Yue'an.
"What's wrong with you? What kind of friend is this? Why haven't I heard you mention her before?"
Lù Yue'an smiled awkwardly and said softly, "We're just classmates. We used to be in the same school."
She spoke softly, but Zhu Hui still heard her. Her hands that were holding a cup froze for a moment. Her eyes fixed on the milk tea in her cup, and she did not dare to look up at Lù Yue'an.
Lù Yue'an also did not turn around to look at her.
Zhao Ying suddenly smiled. "Oh, so she's just a classmate. I say, how can she be worthy of being friends with you? Look at her outfit, it's so old-fashioned and shabby. How can you endure it? I could even smell her from far away. Why are you being so kind? You'd even stay with a classmate who just wanted to curry favor with you. Next time, just have someone chase her away."
