After bidding farewell to Qian Yue and returning to the stands, Wang Jiu unsurprisingly saw Shen Qingming's eyes full of suspicion.
However, the little girl pretended to be indifferent. Holding a cup of tea, she took small sips and kept her head straight, only using her peripheral vision to glance at Wang Jiu, then asked.
"What did that scheming girl say to you again?"
Wang Jiu thought for a moment, considering Shen Qingming's capacity to comprehend, and excluded the complex parts of the conversation with Qian Yue, leaving only the most crucial sentences…
"She proposed to me."
"Pfft..."
The violent sensation of tea entering her lungs made Shen Qingming cough violently, like a patient in the late stages of tuberculosis, not even noticing Li Wanqing beside her taking the opportunity to sneakily cop a feel as she patted her back…
After a good while, Shen Qingming wiped her face with a handkerchief, then glared fiercely at Wang Jiu: "You didn't agree, did you?!"
