"I don't know," said Su Nanxing.
"Answer it, otherwise, she'll think we're scared of her."
Su Nanxing took the call.
Meng Qingxue's voice was always very gentle.
Su Nanxing had seen her lose her composure before and knew that the softness and indifference on her face were probably feigned.
She said, "Nanxing, the day after tomorrow is my birthday, can you come to my birthday party?"
"Sorry, I'm busy," Su Nanxing declined directly, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll hang up."
"Nanxing, are you afraid to come? Are you scared that seeing Brother Beiyuan being nice to me will make you feel uncomfortable?"
Listeing to Meng Qingxue's obviously boastful tone, Su Nanxing said, "Yes, I'm scared to go; I'm afraid that seeing you two would make me so sick I'd want to throw up."
