"So it was just a rumor! I knew it! Gossip can never be trusted!" Zhou Tiantian chuckled awkwardly.
But Wen Wan really wanted to grab a fly swatter and smack this unreliable friend to death.
"Wanwan!" Zhou Tiantian deliberately called out to Wen Wan, her tone rising teasingly, "Why are you hanging your head? You'll easily get a spinal disease that way."
Wen Wan shot her head up and glared at Zhou Tiantian, her piercing gaze as if to say, do you die if you don't talk?
"Why are you glaring at me like that? You should thank me. You misunderstood Mr. Mo." Zhou Tiantian continued fearlessly.
"Misunderstood?" Mo Siluo's voice was slightly raised, and his gaze fell on Wen Wan's face.
"Yes, Wanwan thought you were going to marry Miss Zhuang, so..."
Zhou Tiantian hadn't finished speaking when she was interrupted by Wen Wan, "Zhou Tiantian, I happen to have a needle and thread with me!"
Zhou Tiantian immediately closed her mouth, covered her lips with her hand, and turned around.