Song Xi, upon hearing this, immediately darkened her face and retorted without any politeness, "Who I get along with or don't is none of your business."
The girl, not given any face by Song Xi, instantly looked even uglier. But she also knew that if she started arguing with Song Xi, she might not be her match.
After all, she had experienced Song Xi's sharp tongue a few days ago through someone else.
But letting Song Qiao off so easily now, she couldn't do it.
At this moment, Song Qiao's phone rang. She took it out, glanced at the caller ID— it was Lu Jingchen— glanced at the girl across her, and without hesitation, slid to answer the call and put it to her ear.
Before she could speak, the man on the phone immediately said, "I'm downstairs at your company, come down!"
"Husband." As soon as Lu Jingchen finished speaking, Song Qiao's voice came slightly aggrieved.
