"Let's go home," Song Qian'ai said quickly, because she saw the look in Wang Xijia's eyes and knew this person must be imagining something, so she decisively wanted to go home.
Shopping couldn't interest her anymore. If she had known she would run into Wang Meng here today, she would have preferred to stay at home rather than go out.
It's a pity we can't buy hindsight.
"Hey, didn't you say we were going for coffee? We're almost there, so why aren't we going? Besides, why are you going back so early? Didn't you say staying at home was boring?" At this moment, Wang Xijia was deep in gossip mode and had no intention of going home yet. If she didn't dig up the truth, it would keep lingering in her mind.
"Not going for coffee, going home." Like she could enjoy a drink after Wang Meng... that person ruined her good mood.
Thinking this, she immediately turned around and left.
