"Whether or not I go on a date with Leng Jian has nothing to do with you impersonating me to turn others down!" Zhang Lingying didn't let his words lead her astray and argued back clearly.
Lu Jing raised an eyebrow, "If I hadn't refused him for you, would you have gone out with him?"
"..."
Zhang Lingying didn't speak, implicitly agreeing.
Seeing this, Lu Jing turned over and sat up, taking out his phone.
"What movie do you want to see? I'll book the tickets now."
"..."
Zhang Lingying glanced at him but remained silent.
Lu Jing lowered the hand holding the phone and slowly began to speak, "You just want to go with Leng Jian, right?"
The longer Zhang Lingying stayed silent, the darker Lu Jing's expression became.
As if understanding his hopeless infatuation, he mustered a self-mocking smile, stood up from the sofa, and turned to walk out the door.
This time, he didn't stop, and Zhang Lingying didn't hold him back either.
She just quietly watched his departing figure…
