The warmth of the alcohol gradually rose, making Ning Xia's head sway before she lifted her eyelids to look at him. "Oh, it's Young Master Bo... What a coincidence, you've come to have fun too?"
Her voice was slightly husky, with a hint of indifference. It sounded carefree.
Bo Siyan was not pleased with her attitude. His slender fingers pinched her chin, "I am asking you a question. Take this seriously and answer me."
Ning Xia's eyebrows knitted in displeasure, turned her face away, and shrugged off his hand. "Just speak, don't touch me!"
"Ning Xia!" His low voice now carried a dangerous tone, and the man's eyes filled with frost.
As if she hadn't seen it, Ning Xia kept her languid posture, leaning against the wall and tilting her head up. She curved her lips in a half-smile, "Your calls, if I don't want to answer them, I just don't, right? The law doesn't require me to answer your calls, does it?"
