But none of them said anything. They simply watched the situation unfold in silence.
Although Wang Yanqiu was not clinging tightly to Jun Ting, she had stayed fairly close to him today.
Every now and then, she would look for an opportunity to make contact with him, teasing him in an almost imperceptible way.
For example, just now, she had "accidentally" slipped and fallen toward Jun Ting, who instinctively reached out and caught her by the waist.
After this happened several times, perceptive Song Yaqin finally sensed that something was wrong.
With a cold expression, she looked suspiciously at the two of them. "Jun Ting, what's your relationship with her?"
Jun Ting calmly released Wang Yanqiu. "What kind of relationship could we have?"
Wang Yanqiu seductively tucked the strands of hair that had blown to the corner of her mouth behind her ear and chimed in mildly, "That's right, Sister Song. What kind of relationship could Young Master Jun and I have?"
"It's just that Young Master Jun is responsible. When he saw that I couldn't walk anymore, he gave me a hand. You mustn't misunderstand him, or I'll be upset."
As she spoke, she cast Jun Ting a coy, flirtatious glance.
"Young Master Jun is such a wonderful man. He deserves the best woman. How could I possibly be worthy of him? The only woman worthy of him is someone as famous and well-born as you, Sister Song."
Song Yaqin looked at the expressions of the two of them and said coldly, "You'd better really have nothing going on, or else..."
"Oh, Sister Song, what are you thinking? You're the person I admire most. How could I possibly steal your man? Young Master Jun really only saw that I was pitiful and took care of me a little."
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