From Yun Zijin’s perspective, Su Mengyao had forcefully pushed her way into a circle of men, taken Sheng Yang by the arm, said something to him, and was now leading him straight toward her.
It left behind a group of men, who had been hoping to curry favor with Sheng Yang, staring at each other in confusion.
Sheng Yang, completely bewildered by Su Mengyao’s sudden appearance, pulled his arm from her grasp as soon as they were clear of the crowd.
But when he looked up and saw Yun Zijin standing not far away, his eyes lit up.
"Sister Yun, why didn’t you wait for me? You came over here by yourself?"
Sheng Yang’s "Sister Yun" left Su Mengyao and her little follower completely baffled.
’Weren’t they here together for Wu Zicheng’s birthday party? Everyone thought Yun Zijin was Sheng Yang’s date.’
’And now he’s hitting her with a "Sister Yun"? What’s that about?’
"You two..."
Su Mengyao looked at Yun Zijin, her face filled with questions.
"I told you, we’re not a couple."
’No one believes the truth these days.’
"You guys know each other?"
Sheng Yang clearly couldn’t make sense of the relationships at play.
"We don’t."
"Of course we do!"
Yun Zijin and Su Mengyao answered at almost the exact same time, but their replies weren’t just slightly different—they were completely contradictory.
The first was from Yun Zijin, the second from Su Mengyao.
"We were just talking a moment ago. How can you say we don’t know each other?"
Su Mengyao was very unhappy with Yun Zijin’s blatant lie.
"We just met for the first time today. If knowing someone’s name and status counts as ’knowing’ them, then I guess I ’know’ a lot of people online, too."
Yun Zijin didn’t think the few sentences they’d just exchanged counted as truly knowing each other.
At most, they were strangers who’d made a slight impression on one another.
Su Mengyao was speechless.
"Fine, then let’s add each other on WeChat right now. We can meet up for food and shopping later. Then we’ll know each other, right?"
With that, Su Mengyao pulled her phone from her purse and gave Yun Zijin a haughty look. "Well? Where’s your phone?"
Yun Zijin was silent.
"Hurry up! So many people want my WeChat, and I don’t give it to them. Consider yourself lucky!"
Yun Zijin took out her phone, opened her WeChat QR code, and held it out in front of Su Mengyao.
As for Su Mengyao’s follower, Yun Zijin had no intention of asking for her contact information whatsoever.
’Yun Zijin had no need for a friend who was so full of schemes.’
Su Mengyao, being rather oblivious, didn’t notice Yun Zijin’s slight at all. She happily sent Yun Zijin a friend request on WeChat and then urged her to accept it quickly.
’As for Sheng Yang,’ Su Mengyao thought, ’a girl should be a little more reserved.’
’She could get his WeChat the next time they met.’
’Besides, she had Yun Zijin’s contact now. If she wanted to know what Sheng Yang was up to, she could just ask her.’
"Old Sheng!"

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