However, at this mont, she seed a bit uneasy and anxious, occasionally looking down at her phone and then glancing around.
Qian Lele? What’s she doing here?
Imdiately, Lin Muxue’s eyes flickered as she looked at the YJTC neighborhood where Tang Song lived.
Zhao Yaqian enthusiastically said, "She’s working part-ti, hasn’t been around the coffee shop much since school started, Xue, should we go over and say hi?"
Although she wasn’t very close friends with Qian Lele, they were sowhat acquainted, and every ti she went for coffee, she would receive so free cake bases.
Running into her here today made her really happy.
"Qianqian." Lin Muxue tugged on Zhao Yaqian’s arm, speaking in a low voice, "I never ntioned it before, but actually, Qian Lele knows Tang Song."
"Huh?" Zhao Yaqian was stunned, surprised, "What a coincidence? She knows Brother Song?"
Lin Muxue nodded, explaining, "Last ti you posted that photo, didn’t I specifically ask you about it? That’s because I had t her before with Tang Song."
Zhao Yaqian’s gaze thoughtfully lingered on Qian Lele, hesitating for a mont, she said, "Then... should we still go over?"
"Of course we should go!" Lin Muxue smiled, "She’s your friend, so she’s my friend too, let’s go."
She hadn’t forgotten about the female president of Glimr Coffee, Xie Shuyu.
Last ti they t, the other directly claid the identity of "Tang Song’s girlfriend," even asking her to call her sister.
At that ti, she was determined to poach this little follower, and this was a good opportunity.
The two tall, long-legged, fashionably dressed beauties naturally attracted many admiring glances as they walked together, turning plenty of heads.
As the two approached.
Qian Lele obviously sensed sothing unusual, and she looked over at them.
She was dazed for a mont, then a hint of panic flashed across her face, and she instinctively hid the plastic bag behind her back.
"Hello, Lele." Zhao Yaqian waved her hand, jogging over to her, beaming, "What a coincidence, eting you here."
"Good morning, Qianqian." Qian Lele’s gaze shifted to Lin Muxue behind her, "Good morning, Jasmine, you and Qianqian..."
She rembered Lin Muxue very well.
Before attending Ding Yao’s birthday party, it was Lin Muxue who accompanied her for treatnt and beauty care at Isa Beauty Salon.
Unexpectedly, she was with Zhao Yaqian, and it seed they were very close.
Lin Muxue smiled, "Hello Lele, Qianqian and I are best friends, we even slept over last night. We ca out for breakfast this morning and happened to see you."
"Oh, oh." Qian Lele nodded, "Quite a coincidence indeed."
Zhao Yaqian replied with a soft "Hmm," her gaze couldn’t help but drift to behind her.
Now closer, she could see the plastic bag contained a particularly clean glass jar inside, filled with pickled radish kimchi.
Lin Muxue obviously noticed too, and was also aware of Qian Lele’s unease, softly asking, "Lele, are you delivering sothing to soone?"
"I..." Qian Lele pressed her lips together, her gaze lowering slightly, "No, it’s Saturday today, and I had so free ti, so I just took the bus out for a casual stroll."
Zhao Yaqian cheerfully invited, "Then let’s hang out together, and maybe later visit my place for a bit."
"No need." Qian Lele shook her head, checked her phone, and politely said, "I need to go sowhere else later, so, uh, the bus will be here soon, I won’t bother you guys anymore."
She was very afraid of imposing on others.
Although she knew Zhao Yaqian, she felt it wasn’t appropriate to go to her house yet.
Seeing her about to leave, Lin Muxue suddenly said, "Lele, where did you buy this pickled radish? It has millet peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, and garlic; it looks super tasty."
Qian Lele glanced at the plastic bag in her hand, her sight involuntarily sweeping over the nearby upscale neighborhood, and suddenly handed the bag over, smiling, "I made it myself, why don’t you guys try it? Hope you don’t mind."
"You made it yourself? Wow, Lele, you’re incredible! Not only can you cook, but you can also make kimchi!" Zhao Yaqian gave a thumbs up, "Then we won’t be polite, we’ll treat you to a al next ti."
"No need, it’s nothing valuable." Qian Lele clasped her hands in front, showing a shy expression.
Zhao Yaqian patted her shoulder playfully, "Lele, next ti, you must co to my place, and we’ll make sothing delicious together."
"Hmm." Qian Lele nodded, turned to look at the bus stop sign, and waved at them, "The bus should be here soon, I’ll be off now."
"Hey, wait!" Zhao Yaqian suddenly rembered sothing, pulled out her phone, "Lele, let’s add each other on WeChat, so it’s easier to keep in touch."
Qian Lele hesitated for a mont, ultimately taking out her phone and scanning Zhao Yaqian’s QR code.
As the screen lit up, she quickly operated it, then tucked her phone back into her bag, giving a polite and controlled smile again, "Alright, see you."
"Bye-bye." "Bye-bye."
The two walked along the sidewalk to the corner.
Lin Muxue glanced back again in the direction of the bus stop sign.
Qian Lele was quietly standing there, her gaze, however, was directed at the YJTC neighborhood.
"Xue, do you think Lele wanted to give Brother Song so kimchi?" Zhao Yaqian’s voice suddenly ca from the side.
Lin Muxue paused, nodded, and said, "I think that’s possible."
Even though she hadn’t interacted much with Qian Lele, she had been through that stage at her age and understood.
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