Ji Xinxin glanced at Ling Chuxia's complexion, her brows lifting as dissatisfaction immediately appeared in her tone, "Ling Chuxia, don't tell me you're rushing home again?"
Ling Chuxia indeed had to rush home, as Shi Che had said he would return for dinner that evening, and she wanted to be there with him. However, she had not seen Ji Xinxin in a long time and didn't know how to refuse.
As Ling Chuxia furrowed her brows thinking about what to say, Ji Xinxin slammed her palm on the table, glaring at Ling Chuxia, "Ling Chuxia! Would you rather go home to face an empty house where you can't eat anything than have a meal with me? Do you want our friendship to end now?"
Startled by Ji Xinxin's slap, Ling Chuxia quickly shook her head, not even having time to think of what to say, she blurted out, "No, it's not that, Shi Che is coming home tonight, I need to go back."
Ji Xinxin hummed dismissively, "You think I would believe that?"
