The sickly sweet voice on the other end made Yu Zhi's skin crawl. She suppressed her churning stomach. "I don't have time."
Yu Xinman saw her pale face and mistook it as a sign of being upset. Her heart brimmed with joy, barely stopping herself from laughing out loud.
"Sister, no matter what unpleasant things happened between us in the past, I still hope to receive your blessings on my engagement day."
Yu Xinman's polished words almost sounded believable to Yu Zhi. She gave a perfunctory response, unwilling to engage in pointless back-and-forth with her.
Then, turning to the middle-aged man, she said, "Mr. Yu, could we talk upstairs?"
The formality of the title gave Yu Baisong a moment's pause. But after the initial surprise, there was no anger as there might have been in the past—perhaps he was used to her attitude now.
Or maybe, he simply didn't care anymore.
