Xiao Mei hadn't even had a chance to wallow in self-pity when her phone rang.
It was Young Master Zhao calling, and Xiao Mei quickly got up to answer, her voice sweet and softened like it was wrapped in honey, "Darling, are you missing me..."
"Xiao Mei, you're courting death, don't drag me down with you."
Young Master Zhao was full of rage, "Are you blind? You've offended the big shots and made things unbearable at home. My grandfather and my father forced me to call you to break up. I'm telling you, there's nothing between us, and don't ever come looking for me again."
After cursing her, Young Master Zhao furiously hung up the phone.
Xiao Mei laughed, a sorrowful smile, tears glistening in her eyes.
You see, some people have such good fortune; she hadn't done much, yet someone always steps in to protect her.
It's also because she's too stubborn; she knowingly challenged what was like hitting an egg against a rock, yet she insisted on trying.
