"Okay, got it, I’ll be there soon," Lu Tingxiao said calmly.
Ning Xi on the other end was shocked. " Ah? You’re coming?!"
"Why, problem?" Lu Tingxiao answered with his own question, his tone cold.
"No… I guess…" Lu Tingxiao sounded so matter-of-fact, that she couldn’t object in that moment.
Seeing Ning Xi’s complicated expression after the call, Jiang Muye asked, "What’s up? Who was it?"
"Your uncle, he said he’s coming…"
"What?" The soup spoon dropped from Jiang Muye’s hand to the floor. Heartbroken, he pointed at her accusingly. "Ning Xi, you said nothing was going on between you and him. This is our dinner together, did you ask him to come?"
