Lu Qixi involuntarily clutched the doorframe tightly, her voice some what tense, "Why are you here?"
Ning Yichen saw her dressed in home clothes and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Your agent told me that you missed another event tonight." Ning Yichen frowned slightly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Lu Qixi shook her head, her tone cold, "No."
Seeing this, Ning Yichen rubbed his temples with a slight sense of helplessness, "Lu Qixi, you should know how much Xingyi has invested in you. Can you cooperate a little?"
"I've attended the performances required by my contract," Lu Qixi said with a cold laugh, "As for those dinner parties, I just don't want to go to them."
Ning Yichen pursed his lips tightly, looking at her deeply for a long time.
The woman before him was worlds apart from the blank-slate girl he knew four years ago.
