Liang An's voice was neither loud nor soft, yet Xu Cheng, who was his partner, heard it clearly.
At this moment, she looked across the row of melon racks at the girl opposite—indeed a colleague, even somewhat familiar.
But she had no intention of backing the girl; instead, she silently found a spot where the melon leaves were sparse and watched quietly.
Under Liang An's gaze, the girl holding the large melon frowned: "What do you mean? Do you think I picked too many? Ridiculous! If you can't afford to give them, then don't. I just picked one, and you're whining already."
As she spoke, she glanced Liang An up and down:
"I remember you, aren't you Xu Cheng's partner? Why don't you mind your own partner instead of coming here to seek attention?"
She then glanced across the melon racks and immediately laughed: "Xu Cheng, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your date."
Xu Cheng's face instantly turned red.
