"Huh? Just classmates?" Shen Ye hastily said.
"Classmates? Hmph."
"That's all we are. You're acting so strange today, what's the matter?"
"Just look at this—honestly, even Song Qingyun's matter isn't as sensational as yours within the Three Major Colleges," she said.
Several photos appeared on the playing cards.
It was Shen Ye holding up a bouquet of roses, offering them to Nangong Sirui.
In the second photo, Nangong Sirui accepted the flowers with both hands, both of their expressions were one of happy consent.
In the third photo, Nangong Sirui lowered his head to sniff the roses gently, while Shen Ye looked on with anticipation.
The two exchanged smiles in the fourth photo.
Shen Ye held his forehead, moaning:
"You guys are too gossipy... It's not like that at all."
"Then what is it like?" Xiao Mengyu's voice was tough, as if she didn't believe it one bit.
After all, the proof was as solid as a mountain!