Xuxu stood up and went to the door.
The first person she saw when she opened the door was a familiar face—Yan Rusheng's tall form appeared, looking sullen with a frown.
However, Ming Ansheng stood behind him, and it surprised Xuxu to see him. After recovering herself, she curled her lips into a faint smile. "Young Master Ming, you're here as well."
Ming Ansheng frowned when he heard how Xuxu addressed him. "Wen Xuxu, you can call me Ming Ansheng or call me Ansheng like how Lu Yinan and the rest do. If you prefer to call me Sheng, I don't mind."
She had always been like this, trying to distance herself away from them.
Actually, they had never offended her before.
Yan Rusheng threw Young Master Ming a dirty look before Xuxu could even respond. "I think she should call you despicable. That's more appropriate."
This vicious and mean tongue almost made Young Master Ming throw up blood.
The corners of Xuxu's mouth involuntarily jerked…
