Su Chenghui. Those three syllables made Su Qingsang feel as if her back was drenched with sweat.
Su Qingsang picked up the call despite the protest in Huo Jinyao's eyes. She cut the call after exchanging just a few sentences.
"My wife." Huo Jinyao wanted to continue but Su Qingsang blocked his hand.
"Stop messing around."
She sat up and thought about the phone call of just now. "My dad just called me. He invited me to attend Su Peizhen's birthday party."
"Don't go." Huo Jinyao's hands were still fumbling earnestly at Su Qingsang's clothes.
"Huo Jinyao." Can't he be more serious about it? "Stop moving around."
Huo Jinyao knew that he wouldn't be able to go through with it. He straightened and sat up. "You want to go?"
"It's not a matter of whether I want to or not. It's my dad. He actually invited me to attend Su Peizhen's birthday party. Do you think I can wriggle out of it?"
