Di Mingzhe's handsome brows furrowed almost instantly, and after a two-second silence he asked, "What do you think?"
"How should I know?" Xiaxia pursed her lips, and suddenly remembered that Fang Hao had insisted he must go.
So, quite urgently, she said, "Actually, I think there is no harm if you do go? After all, it gives a bit of face to mother. You can leave if you do not like it, considering it a free meal."
After saying that, Xiaxia had a very sincere look on her face.
Mingzhe gazed at her, his expression slowly darkening into an undetectable, cold smile, and said faintly, "You really want me to go?"
"As I've said, there's no harm in going." Xiaxia muttered softly. "Mainly because mother entrusted the task of persuading you to go to me."
"Xiaxia, are you being silly?" Mingzhe inhaled deeply, struggling to control his temper.
