"So..." Xicheng sat back down in his chair, "are you saying that I was wrong?"
"Of course..." Xun Yang started to speak, then caught himself and hurriedly put on a smile for him, "Of course it's not your fault, it's just... your approach wasn't the best."
Xicheng picked up the bone china tea cup from the table, brought it to his lips, then set it down again.
"Do I have plans for May Day?"
"There is an event at the winery on the fourth, and you promised Miss to go there, but it's okay to leave after finishing the show."
Xicheng rolled his eyes, "I never said I would attend the show."
That damn girl, calling him trash... it annoyed him just thinking about it!
...
...
"Trash, idiot, egomaniac!"
Returning to the apartment, Ning Xiaofei was still muttering as she used her key to open the door.
She rubbed her somewhat aching temples, tossed her bag onto the ground, and as she bent over to change her shoes, she felt a wave of discomfort in her stomach.