Han Yingying felt a bit embarrassed and quickly thanked him, then she hastily patted Shen Mosheng.
"Quick, put me down. We're in a public place, aren't you ashamed?"
This was a typical case of a guilty party filing the suit first.
Shen Mosheng looked at her somewhat helplessly, "Yingying, it was you who wouldn't come down."
"Was it me?"
"Yes."
"Shen Mosheng, are you sure it was me?" Han Yingying glared at him, her expression saying if he dared to say it again, he was in for it.
Sensing the threat, Shen Mosheng hesitated and then nodded, "I might have remembered it wrong."
Only then did Han Yingying smile satisfactorily, "That's more like it. How could I possibly be wrong? If there's a mistake, it must be your memory that's at fault."
Shen Mosheng held back his laughter and softly replied, "Hmm, it was my mistake."
Seeing him catch on so quickly, Han Yingying laughed and linked her arm through his, "Come on, let me show you around."
