Rong Yan, "..."
Okay, she couldn't stand it.
Their oblivious public display of affection completely blinded some people's eyes. Bian Xiao's unsuccessful attempt to get WeChat contacts felt like a slap to her face, making her look extremely uncomfortable. Unable to find a reason to stay, she skulked back to her table.
The girls at that table closely followed the developments, watching her first coyly block his path, then argue for the WeChat contact, only to slink back moments later. Some who didn't quite catch the conversation gossiped eagerly, "Xiaoxiao, how did it go, did you get his WeChat?"
The girl who asked intended for her to share the contact if she got it, so everyone could add the handsome guy on WeChat.
Bian Xiao's expression darkened as if she'd been touched on a sore spot and impatiently waved her hand, "Didn't get it. His girlfriend wouldn't let him."