The boy, while talking big, was quietly observing Zhang Ningzhi.
Aside from having no complaints about Zhang Ningzhi's appearance, what stood out more was her stiff expression.
It seemed like his topic didn't stir any enthusiasm for conversation on her part.
Part of the reason was attributed to the chance encounter, leaving no time for preparation. Another part was simply because he knew very little about Zhang Ningzhi.
Other than knowing she was rich, good-looking, had good grades, and was quiet in nature.
He knew nothing else, like what she liked, disliked, which celebrity she followed, or what songs she listened to through her headphones.
Just as he was about to go straight to the point and send a friend request.
A hand, without any warning, slapped onto Zhang Ningzhi's wrist.
The movement was swift and decisive, without hesitation, yet seemed a bit sharp.
The boy was stunned and turned to look.
