With Chen Feng's explanation, that bit of suspicion that had popped up in Wu Mengting's mind earlier finally faded away.
Same old reasoning: although Zhou Qianru was pretty and classy these days, she was still several years older than Chen Feng. Chen Feng was not short of women; it shouldn't be to the extent that he'd have any improper designs on her.
Besides, even if Chen Feng did fancy Zhou Qianru, that didn't mean Zhou Qianru would necessarily fancy him back.
The three of them watched TV for a while. Just as Chen Feng was about to go upstairs, he received a WeChat message from Sun Yanhong.
He casually tapped it open.
[How did my sponge cake taste? If you still want some, I've got two more here, I'll send them over to you together.]
Chen Feng originally hadn't planned to reply, but a sudden mischievous streak came over him, and he typed back: [Sure, I'll come over later to get them.]
