Qiao Jing lightly arched her delicate eyebrows, then slowly began to speak.
"Are you sure?"
She remembered that Zhan Qipei and Ni Yue had always been at odds, so this damned man suddenly saying he'd attend the birthday party seemed a bit forced.
If these two ran into each other there, it might turn out like before, with the scene resembling a battlefield.
Zhan Qipei's face was stern, his thin lips pressed into a hard line devoid of curvature, he gruffly replied with two words.
"Sure."
Wherever his wife went, he would follow.
Qiao Jing cast a casual glance at Zhan Qipei, nodded, and said nothing more.
Just as she sat down at the dinner table, her cellphone rang again.
She thought it was Ni Yue calling back, but when she took out her phone, she found it was Yu Yangqi calling.
Qiao Jing tapped to answer.
"Second bro? Are you calling about Ni Yue's birthday?"
