"Cough—cough cough cough—" Sheng Qianxia's face turned red as she quickly forced a laugh. "How is that possible... how is that possible... hahaha! Crown Prince, you really have a sense of humor..."
"Where is he? Call him back," Mo Nianchen said to Sheng Qianxia. "I want to talk to him in person."
"Wha... what?" Sheng Qianxia looked at Mo Nianchen with some astonishment, her mind in turmoil as she remembered how she had misunderstood Gong Beiyao earlier because of Lawrence.
She lowered her head, her voice becoming softer.
"But, but we just had an argument, and he won't pick up my calls... he should..."
Sheng Qianxia's hands clenched unconsciously, her eyes misting over for no apparent reason.
She thought of the way Gong Beiyao had departed earlier, as if she had lost a piece of her heart as well.
He must be so angry, he must hate her to death now.
She had been so unreasonable just now, and even had the gall to scold him.
He surely wouldn't forgive her.
