Si Zhengting looked over in an uncomprehending way, and Zhuang Nainai realized that she had overreacted. She bit her lips and explained, "Will she… not like me?"
Was she being nervous?
Si Zhengting's mood changed for the better, and his tone was no longer cold. He reassured her, "Don't worry, she's very nice."
Very nice?
Zhuang Nainai clenched her fists tightly, and a glint glimmered in her eyes. She looked down after a while and replied half-heartedly, "Alright."
Silence fell in the car again after the exchange.
Zhuang Nainai was flustered into restlessness. She looked down and furiously swiped and tapped on with her phone, as if desperate to find a distraction.
Si Zhengting looked at her, his eyes darkening. During high school, she would do the same thing when she was nervous, flipping a book madly and not looking at its contents.