After that, she raised her feet and was about to enter the lift.
Fang Jiayin stretched out her hand and tugged at her blouse lightly. She whispered, "Xuxu, are you still angry?"
Xuxu turned her head and smiled coldly at Fang Jiayin. "Miss Fang, you are so strange. What's it got to do with you whether I am angry or not?"
Before this, she felt that she was cultured and fragile, but in reality, she was brave and candid.
Her impression of Jiayin wasn't exactly pleasant, but neither did she harbor any ill feelings towards her.
But now, she could be wrong. Fang Jiayin seemed to give her a feeling that she's a white lotus who seemed pure on the surface, but was twisted and dark on the inside.
Fang Jiayin continued to speak softly, "Let me explain. I happened to be in S City and heard that uncle was undergoing an operation. Hence, I went over to visit him."
