"Then just have your driver take it over," Ran Yu said as she took out a bottle of Sprite from her backpack and popped the tab.
"But he said he's attending a banquet near my house tonight, and the host won't recognize the driver."
Ran Yu rolled her eyes. "Does he think he's the emperor? Having you deliver a lousy glove from so far away? What's the rush? You're not going, you hear?"
Feng Yanyan: "..."
"Listen to me, if he wants it, he can get it from your house himself, or let the driver take it. Since you've decided to just be ordinary friends with him, you have to stick to it. That's what you said yourself."
"...Oh."
"Hung up."
After putting down her phone, Ran Yu mentally scorned Hua Kongque several more times before taking out her homework and starting to diligently work on it.
...
On the other side, Feng Yanyan put down her phone and sighed.
"Yanyan, it's time for dinner," Ji Qing's voice came from behind.
"I'm not in the mood, I'll skip it."
