"Oh."
The assistant glanced at Mr. Song and thought: You better pray for good luck.
Song Li's gaze never left Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes for a second; instead, he began a series of questions when he saw her: "Why didn't you call me? Lin Xiaoxiao, you really can hold back. If I don't call, you don't even send me a single message. Are you interested in the male lead you're acting with?"
His questions didn't matter much to Lin Xiaoxiao, but the last one made her very angry. She had long lost the initial patience with Song Li's troublemaking; although their relationship was once sweet as honey, the flaws became apparent after the sweetness faded.
"You are you, and I am me. You like hitting on girls, but that doesn't mean I like flirting with men."
Lin Xiaoxiao's words were harsh, yet they stopped Song Li from his excuses. He looked at the woman in surprise, completely stunned by her words, and stared in shock at her sharp gaze and slightly angry expression, feeling guilty.
