"Miss Tan Biyang, I think there might be some misunderstandings between us." Zhuang Shuqing looked at her leisurely.
To her surprise, Tan Biyang nodded in agreement, "Yes, but Jinyang has already clarified things to me. From now on, there will be no more misunderstandings between us."
"Oh? I'm curious to know what he explained to you."
As she spoke, Zhuang Shuqing walked over and sat down on the sofa, mimicking Lu Jinyang's posture, with legs crossed and exuding an air of ease.
For some reason, seeing her make herself at home here, Tan Biyang's hatred in the depths of her heart was growing wildly, especially when she saw Shuqing's eyes gleaming with flirtation and her face showing no sign of insecurity whilst speaking, Tan Biyang almost couldn't hold back her emotions.
However, thinking of how rare this opportunity was, she gritted her teeth and continued: "These things are fine for us to know, it's too awkward to say them out loud."
