"Performing arts?"
Ren Ziling glanced toward the kitchen. Ever since coming in from the balcony, Luo Qiu had not said a word. He had gone straight into the kitchen and closed the sliding door behind him, leaving her with no idea what he was doing in there.
"Sorry, Miss Ren." Song Ying put on a sincere, apologetic expression. "I've had a lot of coursework lately, and soon the department teachers will be holding exams. I'm practically going crazy... That's why I danced in the street, to let some of it out."
Ren Ziling still frowned.
Song Ying's heart skipped a beat. "At the time, the idea just suddenly popped into my head. I didn't expect you to be such a kind person, Miss Ren... You understand, right? That feeling of being stuck halfway up a tiger. Besides, I never expected that Junior Brother Luo Qiu would actually be your son."
Ren Ziling's brows remained tightly furrowed.
Song Ying braced herself and said, "Come to think of it, I haven't seen Junior Brother Luo Qiu in a long time... I heard he transferred schools. I didn't expect to run into him again. Miss... Miss Ren, are you... are you listening?"
"So it was all fake..." Ren Ziling said expressionlessly.
"I'm sorry..." Song Ying somewhat nervously avoided Ren Ziling's gaze. "I know the prank went too far... I'm really sorry!"
Her attitude was extremely sincere... But Ren Ziling suddenly couldn't tell what was real and what was fake. More importantly, this girl was a born actress.
Ren Ziling sighed. "So the foreign encounter and the love at first sight were both fake?"
"Fake..."
Ren Ziling sighed again and glanced at Song Ying's stomach. "Then... then your stomach is fake too?"
"Of course." Song Ying nodded.
She had attended aristocratic schools ever since