"It's alright."
Switching to another standing position, Qiao Nian raised a brow and asked, "Weren't you curious about how big my birthday party is, who I am inviting, and which booth it would be in?"
Qiao Chen fell silent.
She just asked for the sake of it. She didn't care about it at all.
"Yup, that's right."
Qiao Nian saw through her lie and knew what she was thinking of. Her eyes turned cold as she glanced at Qiao Chen.
She said with a low voice, "You'll know this weekend."
What did she mean?
Qiao Chen's heart skipped a beat, and it started to race. She had a bad feeling about it.
Her parents and grandma would be there this weekend. Nothing should go wrong, right?
…
After leaving, Qiao Nian walked across the street, opened the doors to the Phaeton, and got in.
She then slammed the door shut.
