Ye Fengsheng didn't notice the implied meaning in the girl's words but nodded naturally, agreeing to a period of friendship.
The girl said meaningfully, "Nanfu, you're really something. If you hadn't spoken up, you'd have a boyfriend, and you wouldn't tell me."
Song Nanfu grabbed Ye Fengsheng, his hands sweating profusely. Then he stubbornly lifted his head and said to his childhood friend in front of him, "Xu Jiayi, what kind of friends do I have? Why should I tell you?"
Xu Jiayi's face was as usual, blinking her eyes, waiting for the person over there to come to her side. Then she said, "We played together since we were kids. We haven't seen each other for a few months. Can't we care about you for a while?"
Song Nanfu looked coldly at this childhood friend and said no more, but took Ye Fengsheng's hand and said, "Let's go."
"Go?"
