The next second, she saw Lu Jing curled up in the corner, pitifully hugging his knees, with his head down in grievance.
Zhang Lingying's heart suddenly twitched, and she felt a strange sense of guilt.
"Zhang Lingying, is being friends with me something embarrassing?"
"No." Her voice was very small.
"Then, do you like Leng Jian, and are you afraid he'll get jealous, so you don't want him to know I'm staying at your place?" Lu Jing's voice was very calm, as if nothing had happened, just two people having a friendly Q&A.
But his gaze was cold, as cold as the perpetually frozen peak of a snow mountain.
"No, it's not that either." Seeing Lu Jing still hugging his knees in the corner, Zhang Lingying squatted down too, at eye level with him, and explained earnestly.
