Mo Fei sat down when Wen Shan pulled her back. "Sis Mo Fei, if I were afraid, I wouldn't have let you in at all just now, okay?"
Mo Fei was forced to return to her seat. Wen Shan took a pillow and sat down beside her. "But what happened between you and Qian Yikun? Did you two have a disagreement?"
"No." Mo Fei felt depressed the moment her thoughts went to Qian Yikun.
Wen Shan tapped her chin and sat cross-legged. "Sis Mo Fei, you actually like Qian Yikun, don't you?"
"Are you effing kidding me? Me? Like him?" Mo Fei exclaimed.
"Heh, why are you getting so worked up if you don't like him?" Wen Shan nudged Mo Fei's shoulder with her shoulder. "Say, Sis Mo Fei, both of us have been bridesmaids to Sis-in-law, so I guess we can say that we hit it off pretty well. So, tell me the truth, do you like Qian Yikun?"
"If I like him, I'd rather die!" Mo Fei sneered.
Wen Shan snorted and leaned on the sofa. "What if Qian Yikun likes you?"
