"...So, you're hoping to change Xing Jie's impression of you with a birthday party?"
Xu Xiangyang was ready to pack up and leave. He felt that the class president was indulging in wishful thinking.
"It's about changing her impression of you. I'm doing this for your own good, are you really content with the current lukewarm and awkward relationship between you and Xing Jie? Even as an outsider, I feel anxious for you two... Of course, I can't deny that helping you also serves my own purpose."
Zhu Qingyue sighed, picked up the pair of chopsticks in her hand, and tapped them on the dinner plate.
"Hey, that's not a good thing to do."
He stopped her subconsciously.
"What's not good about it? No matter what my motive is, the idea of organizing a birthday party for a friend is never a mistake, right?"
"Whether Xing Jie still considers you a friend is another story... And when I said 'not good,' I wasn't referring to that."
Xu Xiangyang pointed at the chopsticks in her hand.