But Feng Erya simply tucked his arm into her embrace.
The place they touched was awkward and indeed too intimate.
Ye Fei, at this moment, couldn't help but understand where Feng Erya's hostility was coming from.
First, Zhao Gushen thought that Rong Jingyan had feelings for her, and now Feng Erya thought the same.
It wasn't her being narcissistic; if more than one person felt this way, then it was likely true.
Although her reaction in this aspect had always been rather slow, and regarding matters of affection, she neither had experience nor sensitivity.
But even if she didn't believe Feng Erya's intuition, she trusted Zhao Gushen's judgment.
Ye Fei was about to speak, but Feng Erya spoke first, "Since you are Jing Yan's classmate, we're definitely not outsiders. As a young woman, being a chef isn't really ideal. Every day, you're in the heavy fumes of the back kitchen, working with so many rough men. There must be very few girls among your colleagues, right?"
