Sang Qian put the phone on speaker. "What are you saying? I am not talking to you. You are so busy with yourself, that you couldn't even attend the wedding. Not that It was mine, but you still could. You and Wang Zhao have been friends for so many years."
"I don't care, Qian, I didn't know you would get married. If I did, I would probably have attended. Ugh! God!"
"Leave it, sister. If you want to make up for your mistake, come and see me when you will be back."
Sang Qian ended the call and threw her phone on the side. She was cursing inside. She picked up her dishes and walked outside the door. "I am so mad for no reason." She breathed out deeply.
Surprisingly when she reached the ground floor, she saw about two servants, cleaning the living room. They turned to look at her and she bowed her head lightly. "Good afternoon." She smiled at them.
