Tian Xin stood up, her face turning red as she looked at Zhang Shuai's mother. She suddenly realized the lie she had just told was a bit too much. If Zhang Shuai's mother knew the catering thing was just a ruse, would she still believe what she was about to say?
"Is something the matter?" Zhang Shuai's mother looked Tian Xin up and down and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter? Aren't you here to order catering?"
She turned her head, as if asking Lin Zhou.
"Yes, we're here to order catering. But she has another reason to talk to you!" Lin Zhou said.
Oh no!
Now she's dragged Lin Zhou into this, making him help cover the lie. Catering for 80 people—how long would it take to pay that back?
"Another reason? What is it?" Zhang Shuai's mother turned her head to look at Tian Xin.
Within seconds, her facial expression changed several times. First, she smiled, then she looked a bit puzzled, and finally her eyes lit up: "Have we met somewhere before? You seem so familiar?"
Familiar?
