In an instant, Shen Jian妮 sprayed out the cocktail she was drinking.
"Pfft!"
She looked at Song Xiaoli, stunned, "What are you talking about? How could I possibly like him?"
At that moment, Song Xiaoli, with half her face sprayed with the drink, took a deep breath, grabbed a powder puff and tissue, quickly touched up her makeup, and sulked, "If you don't, you don't, why the fuss!"
Feeling sorry, Shen Jian妮, embarrassed, also quickly dug out her handbag, wiped the drink off Song Xiaoli, touched up her makeup, and said, "Who told you to ask me such things..."
For a moment, neither of them continued the conversation.
However, in her thoughts, Shen Jian妮's heart was still racing because of this question.
Confused, even she was taken aback.
In a daze, a question she never thought of entered her mind: could she really genuinely like He Qimo?
But that thought lasted only a second.
Shen Jian妮 immediately berated herself.
