"Is this another childhood friend of yours?"
After Chu Huaijin left, Jian Xing looked at Meng Shuqing with a full dose of curiosity.
"Didn't I say he's the son of my mom's good friend?" Meng Shuqing couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"But he likes you." Jian Xing replied without a second thought; during their meal just now, Chu Huaijin was so attentive, his gaze had never left Meng Shuqing.
Moreover, when Chu Huaijin looked at Meng Shuqing, the deep affection was evident even to an outsider like her who'd only met them once—it was palpable.
"I don't like him."
Meng Shuqing replied without thinking.
"Wanna play a game?" Jian Xing didn't dwell on the Chu Huaijin matter much, just waved her phone.
"Sure."
Meng Shuqing raised an eyebrow, her favorite pastime was gaming.
*
"Chenchen, did you join the welcome party?" Jian Xing caught up with Meng Shuqing with a little run, saying, "Didn't you say you weren't interested in this? Plus, you signed up for a piano piece."
