Song Weiwei pinched her fingertips.
Facing Song Yaoyao's scrutinizing gaze, she braced herself and lowered her voice. "I heard that Song Jingwan likes him."
"So?"
Song Yaoyao felt like laughing. She closed the book and changed her position, resting her elbows on the table.
"I..."
If she was not mistaken, Song Weiwei saw a flash of mockery in the girl's eyes. Her heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and her voice trembled slightly.
"I just..."
"You want to give Song Jingwan a taste of her own medicine and imitate her to annoy her. This is your business, I won't interfere." Song Yaoyao leaned back, her fingers lightly tapping on the handrail, "But you have to know that her personality is not likable. Do you want to become like her?"
Song Weiwei's eyelashes fluttered, and her heart seemed to have been hit hard.
