She leaned towards Zuo An slightly as she spoke and moved her red lips close to his ear before she replied with clarity, "Since you care so much about Xu Weilai, father hopes that you could bring her along to his birthday party. He wants to see for himself what's so special about her that could make you so carried away."
Zuo An's lips curled up into a smile, but there was no sense of good humour in his eyes. "It must have been hard on you to come all the way here to break this news to me," he replied in his usual gentle voice.
Despite Zuo An's deliberate attempts to suppress his anger, Zuo Si could still sense the icy aura that he was emanating.
"Not at all. I'm happy to do it," Zuo Si replied.
She then raised her hand and rearranged Zuo An's shirt collar with her beautiful, slender fingers. Although was smiling gently and behaving intimately with him, the way she looked at him was as frigid and sharp as a knife blade.
