"I apologize for the misunderstanding last time, it was my fault," Gong Xiu said, staring into Ning Xixi's eyes. "I hope you can accept my apology, as well as—this concert ticket."
Ning Xixi took it in a daze, Gong Xiu nodded slightly, and walked away gracefully.
"Qiaoqiao, should I go?" Ning Xixi asked Qiao Nancheng in a daze.
Qiao Nancheng hung his head in dejection, silent.
He clenched his fist, released it, and clenched it again several times.
Ji Yebai's eyes blazed with angry flames: "Dare to go, just try and see!"
Ning Xixi felt he was being ridiculous: "What does it have to do with you whether I go or not! I didn't even ask you!"
Ji Yebai's face darkened suddenly, his deep, melancholic eyes fixed on Ning Xixi.
Seconds later, he lifted a cold, indifferent smile: "Right, it has nothing to do with me whether you go or not!"
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked away.
His silhouette looked like that of a beast about to erupt.
