"Your bestie doesn't seem very happy."
Just when Si Wen thought they had finally developed a conscience, she heard Lin Xi say, "It's fine. She's just like that. She'll get over it in a bit. Xue Yang, you're on vacation, right?"
"Oh, yeah. I am. I can spend the next few days with you."
"That's great! I've been waiting for you to get a break."
Si Wen was speechless. It's been more than three months, and apparently, I'm just here to be slighted today, right? She crossed her arms, the words "I'm furious" practically etched onto her face.
The Rolls-Royce slowed to a stop in front of a very upscale Western restaurant in Yancheng. Logically, at this time of night, everywhere except the food stalls should have been closed. With Si Wen's status, she naturally wouldn't go to a food stall, yet a single phone call from her was enough to make the restaurant's head chef rush over from home to cook for them. It was a clear display of just how wealthy her family was.
