Bai Jia'an's face alternated between pale and flushed, ultimately choosing silence.
"Did you summon us all here so ostentatiously just to make a spectacle of yourself?" Bai Nuanxi sipped her juice slowly, eyes on her phone, her tone indifferent.
"You don't have to keep rubbing salt in my wounds," Bai Jia'an muttered, lowering her head, downing her drink in one go. The beer wasn't too strong, yet the gulp left her with a faint discomfort.
After a hiccup, her eyes turned hazy, and she murmured, "You know, I envy you."
Bai Nuanxi raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue while refilling Bai Jia'an's glass.
