"Song Qingping seems to be in a relationship," Zhou Xiaoyue said while eating cold noodles, her eyes gleaming as she brought up the gossip.
Lin Yan noticed that Zhou Xiaoyue seemed never to get enough of cold noodles; she would always order a bowl whenever they went out, with extra sesame sauce.
"I asked her, but she said she isn't."
Lin Yan wasn't all that interested in Song Qingping's love life.
"Before, as soon as she got off work, she would read because she's determined to get into graduate school, right? But now, when she comes back, she doesn't even look at her books, just clings to her phone all day. Her dad keeps calling non-stop asking for money; she didn't send any money back home this month. You tell me, getting into a relationship and now she's almost poor. She's not the type to leech off a man, is she?"
Lin Yan had known Song Qingping for many years; hearing this from Zhou Xiaoyue made her somewhat skeptical.
