"We were classmates before, and I wanted to sit with him and chat a little..."
Tan Ying explained to Zhao Lin.
'So I'm the clown...'
For a moment, Zhao Lin's smile turned bitter.
Still, he took a deep breath, kept the smile on his face, and composed himself.
As a seasoned playboy, the biggest thing that set him apart from spoiled rich kids and scumbags was his respect for a woman's decision. He wouldn't throw a tantrum or pester her endlessly.
"Oh, is that right? I didn't expect you to run into a classmate here. That works out perfectly. I'll go sit with your cousin. At least I'll have someone to chat with on the way, haha."
Zhao Lin chuckled, stood up, and grabbed his bags. He even graciously helped Tan Ying stow her luggage before taking his own and leaving.
Anya, who had been watching from the sidelines, was surprised to see Zhao Lin walking toward her with his luggage.
"What are you doing over here?"
Anya asked, looking utterly confused.
