Qiao Liang stood in the room that was so dusty that he would sneeze when inhaling, grunted and gave a faint smile. His eyes were sad, however. "I've seen everything. I can't believe that my Xixi is such a Janus-faced girl. You were unwilling to call me, even though you missed me so much."
When Tang Xi heard Qiao Liang's voice, her heart felt sour as well and she said softly, "I have my pride, okay?" The girl who had her pride completely forgot that she had been determined to ignore Qiao Liang for a week just now.
Qiao Liang smiled. "Huh?"
Tang Xi knew what Qiao Liang meant. She curled up her lips, turned down the TV and whispered, "Unfortunately, all that damned pride disappeared after I saw you again and heard your story."
A complicated gleam flickered across Qiao Liang's eyes. "Thank you for letting all your pride disappear."