Zhang Zhao, who had been following her all along, suddenly stepped forward, wrapped his arm around Zhao Meimei's neck, and arrogantly lifted his chin: "Ah! Zhao Meimei has always had a secret crush on me, pestering me relentlessly, and I caved! Jealous, aren't you? Envious, aren't you? You hate her, don't you..."
Zhang Zhao hadn't finished speaking when suddenly someone yanked his arm, forcing him down from Zhao Meimei's shoulder.
Zhang Zhao spun around, his eyes meeting a pair burning with suppressed rage.
Xu Xu glared with an icy cold expression, his chest heaving violently, blocking the space between Zhao Meimei and Zhang Zhao. His urgent appearance made it evident he wanted to slap Zhang Zhao away.
Xu Xu didn't look at Zhao Meimei; he asked Zhang Zhao coldly, "What nonsense were you just saying?"
Zhang Zhao raised an eyebrow at Xu Xu with a hint of provocation on his face, "What did I say? Didn't you hear it?"
Xu Xu's eyes reddened, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
