Zhu Mengtong pursed her lips in a slight smile, with a hint of teasing, she said meaningfully, "It seems that Miss Su and I are quite in sync, thinking about the same thing... Miss Su, don't you think?"
Su Jiameng's forehead was covered with black lines, feeling that Zhu Mengtong's style seemed a bit off. Just moments ago she was cool and domineering, scaring away the woman coveting her man, and now she's playfully teasing her with the air of a mischievous girl?
Speaking of which, does your husband at home know you're this fierce outside? Su Jiameng stepped aside, gesturing for Zhu Mengtong to sit, and calmly said, "Since it's said to be fate, why not sit down and have a good talk? I've always heard of your name but never seen you in person, now it's finally accomplished."
Zhu Mengtong didn't refuse, looking at Su Jiameng with a scrutinizing and evaluating gaze.
