Song Yan clenched her teeth.
Explanation? He actually had the nerve to ask her for an explanation?
Last night, she had been ready to bury the hatchet, but when she woke up this morning, she saw the message he sent her the night before, which made her so angry that she ate two extra eggs for breakfast.
So he wanted an explanation, huh?
Grinding her teeth, Song Yan replied fiercely, "I, don't, want, to, talk, to, you!"
She hung up the phone decisively, and her friend who had come over to nudge her sniggered with ill intent, "Boyfriend? You guys had a fight?"
Song Yan shook her head and didn't want to talk about it.
There was a commotion at the bar area, and Song Yan asked, "What's happening over there?"
"Wei Shiran is here."
No wonder.
"Want to go over and watch the fun?"
