Qian Lian immediately noticed the reaction. Her smile widened dangerously.
"Aha."
"So there really is something."
"…Did you investigate this too?"
Leng Shuang's expression darkened slightly.
"Not at all."
Qian Lian immediately waved her hand innocently.
"I only met her downstairs at the reception."
Then her lips slowly curved upward mischievously.
"She was holding a bouquet of red roses for you."
Leng Shuang: "…"
Qian Lian continued enthusiastically:
"At first, she looked like a very gentle and polite woman."
"But the moment she learned I was your friend and was going upstairs to meet you…"
Qian Lian suddenly placed her hand over her chest dramatically.
"The hostility in her eyes became so obvious that even I got scared for a second."
Leng Shuang silently pressed her forehead.
Qian Lian leaned forward while speaking excitedly. "You know, she kept quietly observing me from head to toe. Like she was evaluating some dangerous romantic rival."
