"No need, just like before, I'll take a cab over." Cheng Weiyue chuckled with irony, her gaze growing colder by the inch. "We really should have a good, long talk."
Zhao Hanchen faintly sensed that something was off in Cheng Weiyue's tone.
His grip on the phone tightened, for the first time in his life, he felt uneasy facing Cheng Weiyue: "Ningning, what's wrong? Why are you speaking to me this way?"
"Nothing much, I just suddenly saw the light. Oh right, those good friends of yours, Li Zhao and the rest of Gu Fan'an's crowd, I haven't seen them since that encounter at Yuxian." Cheng Weiyue raised her other hand, watching the sunlight filter through her fingers.
She withdrew her hand and said indifferently, "Invite them too, all of them."
"Ningning, what exactly is going on?"
Cheng Weiyue didn't answer, merely said detachedly, "Send me the address."
