'Crash...'
Chen Mengying, who had just gone to the kitchen to prepare chopsticks, was shocked and dropped them to the floor upon seeing Feng Feifei.
At that moment, Feng Feifei was stunned. Although it was her first time seeing this girl, in just that instant, she understood something from the girl's eyes. She was surprised by her appearance, and she, too, liked—or rather, loved Zhifan.
"You, you have a friend here. I, I'll go back first. If I had known, I would have brought two portions." Chen Mengying stammered.
There was no need to say more. Dressed like that, anyone who wasn't blind could see what the two of them had done before she arrived at the house.
"Hey, old class president..."
"Don't worry, I won't tell Siyan. I'm leaving."
In a flurry, Chen Mengying picked up the chopsticks from the floor and casually put them aside, grabbed her backpack from the sofa, and walked out the door with large strides.
