He watched as Jiang Qian went upstairs to change, closing her bedroom door behind her.
From the living room, Fang Meng watched her from afar, murmuring to herself, 'Stopping her from getting involved with a classmate? That's a plausible excuse, but... it's not very convincing. Qianqian's just jealous, isn't she?'
Suddenly, Jiang Qian opened her door on the second floor and declared, "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not jealous. I just don't like her getting close to my friends, especially not in such a flippant way."
With that, she closed the door again.
Sweat formed on Fang Meng's forehead.
A moment later, Jiang Qian opened the door again to re-emphasize, "Fine, I guess Lin Zhengran and I aren't really friends. Let me rephrase. I just don't like her getting close to my classmates and messing with my social life. That's it."
The door closed again.
Down in the living room, more sweat trickled down Fang Meng's forehead.
