Mo Ling looked at the name displayed on his phone and his thick eyebrows creased into a frown. He debated whether he should pick up the call but he ultimately accepted the call.
He heard a sweet, girlish voice say excitedly, "Mo Ling, you must come for the dance party tomorrow."
He frowned and a flash of annoyance crossed his eyes. He said darkly, "I'm not available tomorrow."
His voice sounded very cold and aloof.
The girl on the other end of the line persisted and said, "Can't you try to free up some time tomorrow? I'll only need two hours. Don't worry, I can teach you how to dance if you can't dance."
She continued to try her luck.
Mo Ling fell silent and the annoyance on his face became more obvious.
"Anqi, please get someone else to be your dance partner. I'll be spending time with my mother tomorrow," he said coolly as he gave a good excuse to turn her down.
