When Ling Xue heard that Song Meimei was going to have breakfast with Ye Fan and the others, she immediately freaked out. In her anger, she lumped Song Meimei and the people from the Chu Group together as birds of a feather.
Song Meimei instantly widened her eyes and said, "How are we birds of a feather? That's so harsh. I actually want to get closer to them, but unfortunately, no one takes me seriously. I can only cling to them. I saw you just came out of Ye Fan's room, what were you doing there? Do you also know someone from the Chu Group?"
"I'm not interested in knowing them." Ling Xue pouted and mumbled, then said puzzledly, "You're the daughter of the Song family, clinging to people from the Chu Group, are you out of your mind? Are you still the self-important Song Meimei I know?"
"As real as it gets, no mistake." Song Meimei patted her chest in assurance, as if she remembered something, and exclaimed, "Wait, are you here to stand up for Guan Feitian?"
