"!!"
Being tightly grabbed on the shoulder by a hand that felt like iron clamps, Yan Huan instantly started sweating heavily, instinctively wanting to explain,
"Wait, Sister Tong, listen to me explain! I'm not, I didn't..."
Listening to Yan Huan's words, Tong Yingying, whose hair almost resembled octopus tentacles, paused slightly.
Maybe it's because his words to her just now were indeed sincere, and recalling, he had messaged her at noon today.
He came even though she told him not to, if he was really just passing by, why would he come uninvited?
So, the shadow on her face instantly diminished a lot, and she took the opportunity given by Yan Huan,
"Alright, tell me, what's going on?"
At this moment, all Yan Huan needs to do is deny that he's not just passing by, say he didn't know Sakuragi Hitomi was here, and then repeat the logic of the noon message, and the matter would be settled.
