Because they hadn't seen each other for years, and they'd been neighbors and classmates as kids—basically growing up as childhood sweethearts—Mei Ya had a lot to say to Zhao Yabo. The two of them chatted and laughed together, making Ye Qiuxin's heart involuntarily sour.
Whether it was because his gaze was too intense or the vibe around him too strange, Zhao Yabo couldn't help asking, "Mr. Ye, you're not minding that Xiao Ya and I are talking this much, are you? Mr. Ye might not know this, but Xiao Ya and I have been close since we were little. We even slept under the same quilt when we were kids!"
Mei Ya felt a bit uncomfortable listening to that and awkwardly argued, "That was all when we were kids, I don't even remember that time anymore."
"So there's nothing to be shy about. You're not afraid Mr. Ye will get jealous, are you?" Zhao Yabo shrugged with a light chuckle, his expression full of teasing, as if Ye Qiu were being petty.
