It seems that Song Xi sensed someone watching her, and she suddenly turned her head towards Song Qiao, only for her expression to darken upon seeing her. "Song Qiao, why is it you?"
The boy who was originally about to pick out a cake for Song Xi halted in his tracks upon hearing her voice, looking straight at Song Qiao before walking back to Song Xi's side.
Song Qiao's expression remained unchanged, her eyebrows raised slightly, and a faint smirk appeared at the corner of her mouth. But that smile seemed more mocking than genuine. "Why can't it be me? It's not like you own this cake shop."
Running into Song Xi at the cake shop, really, enough is enough.
"Song Qiao, you..." Song Xi's face turned from pale to flushed with rage, realizing how foolish her previous question was. At a loss for words to retort, she could only glare at Song Qiao with evident hatred in her eyes.
