Sheng Yeting glanced at Jiang Xiyun, and how could he not know what Jiang Xiyun was thinking. This good pal of his was good in any way, but there was no way for him to not defend Liang Fengyue. Sheng Yeting didn’t bother to explain, and his eyes were fixed on the soup brought by Liang Fengyue. “She came to ...