"Shenji, are you finally going to confess today?" Jun, the guy beside him, threw an arm around Wu Shenji's shoulder, his eyes dancing with mischief.
"Haha, don't joke, Jun. Shenji doesn't have the guts for that!"
Wu Shenji, a blush dusting his cheeks, chuckled nervously. "You guys..."
Meanwhile, in the midst of the animated gathering, Wang Jiarong and Wang Xueying shared a seat in the central area. Wang Xueying's eyes flicked towards the blonde guy. "Sis, they're definitely looking at us," she remarked.
With a carefree attitude, Wang Jiarong casually stuffed a tender chicken into her mouth before advising, "Don't let them bother you."
Wang Jiarong, with a nonchalant air, was well aware of the unfolding dynamics, but she couldn't muster the energy to pay it much attention. The recent incident involving Leng Xiyi still lingered in her mind, and her indifference served as a protective shield.