Xia Ya's sudden question nearly made Xiao Zheng lose his composure.
Thankfully he suppressed his shock in time, then smiled and said, "Beauty, sorry, but I'm afraid you've got the wrong person. The two of us have never met before."
"Really? But why do I keep feeling like I've seen you somewhere before?" Xia Ya's gaze still didn't leave Xiao Zheng, and especially when their eyes met, she looked even more serious.
Xiao Zheng didn't show any guilt; instead, he smiled playfully and said, "Of course I'm telling the truth. You're this pretty—if I'd met you before, I'd definitely remember you."
"Alright, my friend's drunk. I need to get him back to rest. We'll meet again if there's a chance."
With that, he prepared to turn and leave.
Yet before he could turn, Xia Ya called out to stop him again.
This time, Yuri, standing not far away, couldn't help but frown slightly, and the look he cast at Xiao Zheng carried a trace of undisguised anger and disgust.
