Rui Hui, tugging her suitcase along, eventually didn't dare to seek out Qin Youxuan.
She could only hold her grievances in and complain over the phone.
"I got it. Once Dan Hanjie gets back, I'll definitely tell him for you and get him to deal with Diwu Zexuan properly," Qin Youxuan lounged on the sofa, one hand clutching the phone, the other hand cracking sunflower seeds and bringing them to her mouth.
Sitting casually with one leg crossed over the other, she consoled an agitated Rui Hui.
Upon hearing Rui Hui say that Diwu Zexuan instigated the kiss, she immediately perked up, "Spit it out. How far have things progressed between you two?"
"Get lost, he's the one who initiated it, he's got a problem in his head. He kissed me out of the blue and said he didn't feel anything. I think he has a death wish and I should oblige. Who the hell asked him to feel anything!"
Rui Hui's resonating voice over the phone almost blew the roof off the house.
