She merely saw Zhao Rong arriving at the door, and just like her sister Fish, her little face tightened, adopting an expression as if facing a great enemy.
At this moment, Jingzi also moved a small stool and sat beside the desk, her big, round eyes circling around Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong.
Bi Fang, meanwhile, was snacking greedily on the side while sneakily glancing at Zhao Rong.
Such a tightly guarded formation, even a fool could see what it implied.
Zhao Rong found himself quite speechless, and he really wanted to tell them seriously that it was unnecessary.
He and Zhu Yourong at present had the kind of relationship where they shared similar interests, which accounted for their seemingly seamless interaction, not what they were thinking.
But Zhao Rong knew without trying, that explanations were pointless.
It seemed reasonable.
If it was between men, or between women, being close friends was not a problem but with a man and a woman...
