No One Gave Her Face

Indeed, Jiang Xianrou replied quickly.

[How about tomorrow? I want to treat everyone to a meal tomorrow. We haven't gathered in a long time.]

Zhang Yang smiled indifferently and restrained the disdain and frivolity in his gaze. As he took out his car key and opened the car door, he replied to the message on his phone with one hand. His attitude was similar to before.

[Tomorrow? I'm sorry, Miss Jiang. I might not have time tomorrow.]

Zhang Yang sent the message. He thought that with Jiang Xianrou's character, she would never reply to him again.

Unexpectedly, he had just gotten into the car and started the accelerator when the phone he had thrown aside rang again.

He was a little impatient. He picked it up and opened the message.

It was actually from Jiang Xianrou. [When are you free? I'll pick a time when you're free to ask the others out.]

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