"Really?" Huo Junting looked puzzled, "How come I didn't notice?"
Yuan Yumeng sneered coldly, "Men."
Huo Junting smiled a bit wantonly, "Little girl, are you jealous?"
"Which eye of yours saw me being jealous?" Yuan Yumeng retorted stubbornly, yet her fair, tender little face clearly had the words "I'm jealous" written all over it.
Huo Junting didn't argue with her, understanding that the little girl had a thin skin, and said, "Alright, you're not. Rest for a while! It'll be another two or three hours before we reach Qing City."
"I'm not sleepy." Yuan Yumeng felt like a child, entirely excited about new things, with every cell in her body bouncing eagerly. How could she possibly feel sleepy?
"We'll see Song Song soon, I'm so excited! I wonder how she is now? She must be very happy with President Xiao!"
Certainly, it was like that. A few years ago, her relationship with Xiao Jinghuai was very good.
