Meng Feifei was so nearly choked by Gu Lingling's words, she glared fiercely at her retreating back.
"What are you talking about? What's this nonsense?" Lang Yimo asked Meng Feifei puzzledly, "What could a country girl like her have that you're concerned about?"
Meng Feifei's face turned even uglier.
What was she concerned about? It was a person, wasn't it?
Yang Yunhai, the man she fell for at first sight, turned out to be the fiancée of this country bumpkin.
How could this be?
But this troublesome girl, knowing full well what was implied, was still so arrogant, it infuriated her.
Gu Lingling, let's wait and see.
"It's nothing." Meng Feifei said nonchalantly, "Let's go. Didn't you want me to treat you at the Taoran Inn? Today you can order whatever you want."
"That's why you're the best, Feifei," Lang Yimo said with a smile, "If I ever see that country girl, I'll definitely give her a good lesson for you."
Meng Feifei chuckled with satisfaction.
