This brat had dared to lie to him. He was still too inexperienced.
"Brother Cheng, what's wrong?"
Wen Jing saw that Cheng Yang had already looked at a tree twice and cocked her head at him.
She looked over as well.
At this moment, Cheng Yang suddenly turned around.
Looking around, he chose a small pavilion and sat down.
This pavilion was just open enough for them to see the tree from.
Cheng Yang stopped and Wen Jing naturally did so too.
She was secretly delighted that Cheng Yang was no longer walking around.
He walked very quickly. It was not easy to keep up with him, let alone talk to him.
When Cheng Yang finally stopped, Wen Jing sat down and rubbed her ankle quietly.
Cheng Yang did not have any pity for the fairer sex and was making a delicate beauty in high heels run after him.
But Wen Jing didn't care. She liked Cheng Yang.
