Seeing the surprise on his face, Ning Xiaofei let out a light laugh.
"What? Afraid I'll guzzle and waste your fine tea again?"
Putting herself in his shoes, if she were in his position, she would probably be even angrier.
The fault wasn't with Xicheng—that much Ning Xiaofei understood. The effort he had gone to was clearly to apologize to her. For a proud man like him to go this far was already granting her considerable face.
He had gone out of his way to give her an autographed CD. Even in the situation yesterday, he didn't just pack up and leave; he insisted on finishing the program. Ning Xiaofei was already very grateful, so why insist on making him awkwardly say "I'm sorry"?
Across the table, the girl's eyes were smiling, her gaze open and filled with sincerity and tolerance.