Song Tian quickly stretched out his hands and embraced Zhao Shiyu.
Zhao Shiyu huffed coldly and shook off Song Tian with a swing of her hand.
Song Tian looked at Liu Yan with pleading eyes.
Liu Yan curled her lip and said, considering the halfway-done favor, "Shiyu, you have to at least give him a chance to explain.
If he can't make it clear, then we can gang up on him!"
After finishing her words, Liu Yan gave Song Tian a meaningful glance, urging him to speak quickly.
Song Tian hastily said, "Haven't you noticed that Sun Linlin—the tall woman from just now—her enthusiasm for you two, is a bit off?"
Both were taken aback.
Zhao Shiyu asked, "What's the problem?"
Song Tian sighed, "They don't like men!"
Both instantly understood.
Especially Zhao Shiyu; dance is also an art, and these kinds of things are most common in the art circle.
She didn't feel repulsed by it.
Men and women are indeed different.
