When Xi Muchen returned home, Xia Wanwan was already nestled on the sofa, making a phone call with Yao Qin. She felt a bit odd discussing the little intricacies of girl talk in front of Xi Muchen.
"He's back now, so I'll stop chatting with you. When you return, I'll treat you to a meal."
"Look at you, so deep in love that you neglect your friends," Yao Qin teased playfully. "Got a husband and forgot your bestie."
Yao Qin's voice wasn't soft, and Xia Wanwan, feeling slightly guilty, glanced over at Xi Muchen by the water cooler and snorted, "What nonsense are you talking about, you know what's going on."
"Oh come on, I just think Xi Muchen isn't too bad, and it's quite nice that you're making your act real," Yao Qin laughed. "Alright, let's be serious. Beiyang is turning twenty next week, and the Xi patriarch is holding a birthday banquet for him. You better think about a birthday gift."
