"Hmph!" Zhang Yantong pouted, clearly dissatisfied, tossing the pebble in her hand into the water, and picked up another one, thoroughly enjoying herself. Ye Chen sat down on the grass; the autumn lawn was already withered. Watching Zhang Yantong play in the stream was another kind of scenery. It was just like that saying: You stand on the bridge watching the scenery, while the people watching the scenery are upstairs looking at you.
Maybe it's just the same meaning.
"Ye Chen!" Zhang Yantong stood in the water and suddenly looked at Ye Chen seriously, saying, "Do you like me?"
"I do!" Ye Chen nodded and said, "You're so pretty, plus you have a dad who's a top official. I believe many men would like you."
"Hmph!" Zhang Yantong gave a light hum and said, "That's not the kind of like I'm talking about."
"Then what kind of like?" Ye Chen was taken aback.
"You know! Stop playing dumb!" Zhang Yantong gave a slight hum.
