Song Jiaqi is not that Little Dimwit, Song Xiaoxi. She still has her wits about her, and since there are doubts, she won't believe Ye Yang's words so easily.
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Yang looked utterly confused: "What did you say? Lu'er went to see you?"
"Of course, she wouldn't tell you that she's come to see me. Don't underestimate women just because they sometimes seem airheaded in front of you guys. When they're with just women, they're shrewd, and their airheadedness is just an act for you men!" Song Jiaqi retorted, "And you all seem to enjoy it!"
"Yeah, I do quite enjoy it."
Hearing him say that, Song Jiaqi widened her eyes.
The next second, Ye Yang put his hand on her head and gave it a light pat, "Otherwise, why would I fall for someone as dimwitted as you?"
