Sheng Yize stared blankly at him and then smiled. "It's better than having her go to the concert alone, isn't it?"
An Yibei gave him a knowing look and raised an eyebrow. "Well, thanks for your kindness."
That settled everything and An Xiaxia was the only one who knew nothing about the concert arrangement. She was still smiling at the Rong Che on TV with an infatuated look on her face.
Sheng Yize went upstairs with a sour face. After a while, he texted An Xiaxia —
"Bring me three cups of coffee."
An Xiaxia picked up the phone and was immediately crestfallen.
What the hell did he think she was? An assistant or a maid he could summon at his will?
Indignant, she was going to make the coffee when, on second thought, she brought three cups of warm milk upstairs instead of coffee.
After what happened last time, she didn't dare barge recklessly into his room anymore. She knocked at the door first this time, but no one answered.
