Seeing Lin Ziqi's helpless expression now, Qin Xue felt truly delighted.
But she pretended not to know anything. Since he wanted to act, why should she expose him? Everyone smiles, all relying on acting skills—let's see whose performance is better.
What Qin Xue thought and did was flawless; even if he suspected it was her, it wouldn't matter because he didn't have any evidence, right? So now it's just a matter of seeing who can hold on longer.
"Uh," Lin Ziqi was speechless, what could he say? Compete with them? That was certainly impossible. But swallowing this indignation felt like swallowing a fly—sickening but inescapable.
But one couple was giggling, while the other stayed cold and distant. What could he say at this moment? He could only accept it.
Lin Ziqi touched his nose and headed to his own seat. As for what Qin Xue and the others thought, he decided to ignore it for now. After all, the ride was still long; he would find his chance eventually.
