Fearing Wen Qiao wouldn't believe him, Song Qian even cooperated by giving a thumbs-up in front of his chest.
Wen Qiao felt that at this time, he should be wearing a red scarf and a dab of blush on his cheeks to look like a perfect example of a socialist youth.
"You!"
Lin Ruochun naturally heard Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao implying something about her, but she wasn't very good at verbal sparring. Her eyes widened, she took a step forward, and lunged straight at Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao quickly stepped back, causing Lin Ruochun to miss her grab.
Seeing this, Song Qian immediately spread his arms in front of Lin Ruochun, trying to reason with her in a good tone, "Don't get excited, don't get excited. If you don't want to be next to Wen Qiao, you can switch rooms."
Lin Ruochun glared at him, "Why should I switch? I was here first. If anyone should switch, it should be her."
Song Qian turned his head for a glance at Wen Qiao, "You see...."
