Out of the corner of her eye, Ning Xi looked at the man’s ring finger on his left hand.
Even though he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, the skin color around that area was obviously lighter. Obviously he took it off when he was picking up girls.
"I am!" Ning Xi answered lazily, one hand supporting her head.
The man’s face lit up. "May I join you?"
"Sure." Ning Xi smiled lightly, an obvious suggestion lurking in her eyes.
That man was almost unable to conceal his pleased look, and he opened with an outdated pickup line, "Bad mood?"
Ning Xi sighed, "Yup, bad breakup!"
"Who would break up with a beauty like you? Which kind of man doesn’t know how to cherish what he has?" The elite had an astonished expression on his face.
"I dumped him."
"Cough cough… then he must have pissed you off!"
