"Who are you calling short?"
Don't think she couldn't tell; this guy was obviously complaining about her height again.
Shen Zhaozhao's stature of one meter sixty, with a well-proportioned figure, was actually not considered short among girls, but she seemed somewhat petite next to him.
Because she was afraid of the heat, she had worn a short-sleeved T-shirt with denim shorts when she went out today, and her legs, both thin and straight, had attracted quite a few stares while she was on the vehicle.
Sheng Chuyi couldn't help but let the corners of his lips rise slightly, a soft chuckle escaped his lips.
Great, they had met again!
"Are you still making fun of me?" Shen Zhaozhao glared at him.
"No, you heard wrong!"
Sheng Chuyi covered his mouth with his hand, concealing the smile on his face, and gave a light cough, denying it aloud.