"Lu Ye, do you really not remember me? Qingyuan High School-you were in the same class as my brother."
Wu Meibing looked anxious, her eyes slightly red, as though she had suffered some terrible injustice.
She had assumed his act of treating her like a stranger on camera had been for the audience. Who could have imagined that Lu Ye had actually forgotten her?
Lu Ye raised an eyebrow. His peripheral vision swept over the barely perceptible crack in the door, and his lips curved.
Seeing him smile, Wu Meibing thought he remembered.
She lowered her head shyly, her voice cloyingly sweet, like a completely different person from during the day.
"You remember now? I was always going to see my brother back then. We met lots of times."
"Oh, did you get plastic surgery?"
"..."
Wu Meibing's expression froze at his retort.
"Otherwise, why wouldn't I remember you?"
Lu Ye leaned lazily against the wall, watching the tuft of hair that kept peeking into view out of the corner of his eye.
He had no desire to waste words with this woman. He just wanted to see exactly what she was up to, coming to his door in the middle of the night.
Xie Lin dug his fingers into the edge of the door, a sneer on his lips.
Well, well. This woman really was a liar.
On the first day of the show, she'd claimed she was here for him. All along, she'd just been using him as a stepping stone.
Although he had already guessed that she liked Lu Ye, who could put up with her dragging him into her schemes?
Xie Lin certainly couldn't.
Wu Meibing's voice rang out again, carrying a young woman's coy shyness.
"Lu Ye, even if you've forgotten what happened when we