"Tianjiao, what's wrong?" Seeing that Ye Tianjiao didn't sit down, the man next to her immediately reached out to steady her.
Ye Tianjiao shrugged his hand off, took a couple of strides to Ye Ranran, and looked down at her: "Ye Ranran, you've been following me."
Her tone was assertive, without a shred of doubt.
Ye Ranran stood tall, lifting her head slightly: "Following you? Do you think too highly of yourself?"
Luo Qi was puzzled and clueless about the situation, but she didn't want Ye Tianjiao to misunderstand Ye Ranran: "Miss, Ranran and I came here to discuss something, not to follow you."
"Well, you've even brought help this time."
Ye Ranran grabbed her bag from the table and slung it over her shoulder: "Ye Tianjiao, you're being depraved. Don't assume that everyone thinks like you."