Zhao Youyou was eagerly enjoying the commotion when suddenly a person involved in the situation turned to look in her direction and said coldly, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and sit over here."
Zhao Youyou really wanted to say no with dignity, but once she met the other party's gaze, she lost all her spirit and walked towards him with her bag in tow.
She severely scorned herself in her heart: Zhao Youyou, oh Zhao Youyou, you're really beyond help. You're not his dog, why should you come running when he beckons? You should have refused him, turned your back and told him to buzz off.
But no matter how lively her inner thoughts were, her disobedient legs wouldn't comply.
"Why would you ask me to sit over if you don't like me?" Zhao Youyou felt she could salvage a bit of her dignity.
Xu Yan glanced at her indifferently, "Don't get the wrong idea, I just don't like sitting next to people I'm not familiar with."
