A Beauty's Misunderstanding

At the time that Xu Qingyan received Song Yanshu's phone call, she was in the middle of stuffing her face with food. After all, this food contained a lot of memories and was bought by Tang Jingxuan, so she especially cherished it.

"Hi, it's Song Yanshu. Let's meet."

Xu Qingyan pulled the phone away confusedly before returning it to her ear, "If you have something to say, then just say it. I don't want to see you."

"I'll meet you in the lobby of Glory Hotel. You have 30 minutes. It's regarding Jingxuan. If you don't come, you will regret it," Song Yanshu said as she looked at the watch on her wrist before she hung up.

Xu Qingyan sighed at Song Yanshu's arrogant and unreasonable attitude. It wasn't like she was a small assistant that followed her around. What right did she have to demand her to come and go as she pleased?