Xiyan felt a bit deflated.
"Are you upset?"
"..."
Ou Jue's voice remained steady and even, "Call me when the party is over. I'll come pick you up."
Xiyan pouted, "Pick me up? Don't you have something going on?"
This guy, his words were totally inconsistent.
Ou Jue chuckled softly, "No matter how important it is, it can't be more important than picking you up and bringing you home."
Hmph, nice words.
It felt like he just didn't want to accompany her to the party.
Why?
Because Qiao Qianmo would also be attending this party, and he wanted to avoid any gossip?
Hmm, why did thinking about that make her chest feel so tight?
Without saying more, Xiyan hung up the phone, pushed the door open, and walked out.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Imagining Ou Jue in her mind, Xiyan waved her little fists dramatically, shouting into the air, "You big liar! Deadpan face! Emotionless freak!"
