Wen Qian looked up and instinctively asked, "Say what?"
'If I say you're cute, you get irritable,' she thought. 'If I call you childish, you'd probably flip the table.'
"Just say anything..." Shen Mqing said, plopping down cross-legged on the sofa. He casually picked up an apple from the table, took a bite, and then clicked his tongue in disgust. "It's so boring just sitting here."
"You could just go home and sleep..." Wen Qian said, looking exasperated.
"Absolutely not. Didn't you hear? The Young Master will be here in a bit," Shen Mqing said nonchalantly, shooting her a look.
'I have to get on Yin Zhi's good side. That way, he won't have people bring these damn apples next time.'
'I'm from the Tiger Clan! I love meat! Can't the guy just cater to my tastes for once?'
Wen Qian wanted to ask him what Yin Zhi's arrival had to do with anything, but she managed to hold her tongue. She was starting to think Shen Mqing was a bit of a motormouth.
