The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment, and Wen Qiao was unusually tongue-tied. After struggling for a while, she managed to say:
"Well, just pretend you never saw me, and I never saw you."
She had thought Jiang Wei would respond as before, making some polite, insincere small talk. But this time, Jiang Wei just hummed in acknowledgment and left.
Wen Qiao watched her departing figure with a feeling of indescribable complexity.
What kind of messy, inextricable fate did she share with Jiang Wei?
She had planned to enjoy a lazy morning at home today, only to be woken up early by a call from Blanche, asking her to share her secrets for handling men.
Being woken up early was one thing, since she had brought that upon herself, but then Blanche insisted on meeting in person, claiming face-to-face communication was better.
After they met, Blanche had dragged her shopping until lunchtime, their bags covered in dazzling, assorted logos.
