"I'm sorry," Xia Wanwan said, "although I know you won't accept what I say or believe any explanations, Mo Bai, I really don't owe you anything. I did it because..."
Before she could finish, the man's angry voice interrupted her, "What a statement, you don't owe me anything! Xia Wanwan, you'd better remember what you said today."
After that, the man hung up the phone directly.
The sound of 'du-du-du...' came from the other end, and Xia Wanwan, feeling somewhat of a headache, put down the phone. He really wouldn't listen to her explanation.
Today, Xia Wanwan was supposed to discuss the wedding invitation design with Xi Muchen at the design company. As soon as she got off work, Xi Muchen came to pick her up.
Xia Wanwan had been worn out all day, and by the time she got into the car, she felt completely listless.
"You look very tired." In the car, Xi Muchen's brows slightly furrowed, "What's the matter?"
