Young Master Yang may have a low emotional quotient, but his ability to make up stuff is top-notch.
He cleared his throat a couple of times, then said: "Ahem, the thing is, I have something tonight and won't be able to make it to your place."
Su Xiaoxi was taken aback. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with an indescribable gleam. She collected herself and asked lightly, "Because of Yang Fei?"
"Yes." Yang Gang recovered his wits and quickly added, "But not the way you think."
"Hmm... then what is it?" asked Su Xiaoxi lightly.
"Well... it's just..."
Before Yang Gang could come up with an excuse, Su Xiaoxi lightly laughed, "No need to make up an excuse. In a nutshell, if you can't come over, then you can't blame me for not fulfilling my marital duties. Goodnight, darling."
After hanging up, Su Xiaoxi got up and poured herself a glass of red wine. She then carried her glass to the balcony, gazing silently at Hangcheng beneath the night sky.
