Han Wenwen had promised Xiao Heqing that she would keep a close eye on a certain someone.
So, whenever pretty girls of the same age came up to Lin Zhengran in class to borrow something, Han Wenwen would lean on her desk, deliberately putting on a fox-like expression, and gaze at him tenderly. "Classmate Lin Zhengran, are you still coming to my house this week? I bought a new dress."
Girls mature early when it comes to romance, so naturally, they imagined all sorts of things upon hearing this and would hurry away, blushing.
Lin Zhengran would shoot Han Wenwen a speechless look. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Han Wenwen, however, was always blunt. "I'm helping my Qingqing guard her childhood sweetheart. That Jiang Xueli is already enough trouble for our Qingqing. I definitely can't let any more love rivals join the fray. That would put Qingqing at a disadvantage."
