89 Let’s Play a Game

All the love they shared in the previous life had vanished into nothingness. What she saw was how heartless he could be.

Xia Ling bit her lip, her hands and feet icy cold.

Pei Ziheng added on to her nervousness. "Why, are you afraid? If you're going to tell us your throat hasn't been well these few days and so you can't sing, then save it, nobody's going to believe such a lame excuse."

He had left her with no escape, intentionally embarrassing her.

"How do you know Xiao Ling's throat isn't well?" Li Lei smiled all of a sudden. "Boss Pei, that's really too much of a coincidence. A few days ago, Xia Ling had just been framed by some moron, and her vocal cord now is slightly damaged and isn't in a good enough condition to talk, much less sing. If you want to hear her singing, we've got to set another day. Today we shall compete on something else."

Pei Ziheng's eyes were cold. "Damaged? I say she's afraid."