“You’re also friends with Jiaoyang?”

You’d have to be schinzhrophenic to be friends with yourself! Sheng Jiaoyang laughed in her head. Noticing Lin Yan’s gaze, she cleared her throat and put on a serious expression. “She’s my idol.”

“So, you’re imitating Jiaoyang!” Lin Yan’s tone was certain.

Imitating myself? Sheng Jiaoyang acted like she’d heard the funniest joke ever as she burst out laughing.

Lin Yan restrained his frown. Did he say something wrong? If she wasn’t deliberately imitating Jiaoyang, how could her mannerisms be identical to Jiaoyang? Even if they were extremely close friends, they wouldn’t be this similar, nevermind two strangers.

Sheng Jiaoyang finished laughing before firmly saying, “If you think that I’m copying her, then so be it.”

Lin Yan actually grew uncertain after hearing her words....