Cha Qing Luo heard a little of the discussion, but she didn't hear it clearly.
She could also guess that everyone was talking about her and Nan jiateng.
In any case, to put it bluntly, they would probably say that she was shameless, thick-skinned, and so on.
Cha Qing Luo didn't care about the words of a stranger, nor would she think too much about it.
They were all strangers anyway. If she cared about what others said or thought, then she wouldn't be able to live.
People lived for themselves, and she felt that she still preferred to do as she pleased.
Cha Qing Luo looked down at her hand that was holding Nan jiateng's and said,""Do you also think that I'm thick-skinned and deliberately pestering you?"
Nan jiateng was slightly stunned when he suddenly heard this question.
He really didn't understand a girl's way of thinking, nor did he understand why Cha Qing Luo would suddenly ask him such a question.
"What do you think?"
