Shifting the topic so awkwardly, Chuxia could tell Ling Chuxia was hiding something from her. But Ji Xinxin also knew Ling Chuxia's personality. She was no longer the straightforward girl from three years ago, who wore everything on her face. Over these three years, she had deliberately suppressed herself, swallowing any grievance or sadness. If she didn't want to talk about something, pushing her would be useless.
Ji Xinxin pouted, lazily leaning back against the sofa and grabbing a cushion to hug in front of her. Thinking back to the blind date scene tonight, she frowned in irritation, "Don't even mention it! It was bad luck!"
This response piqued Ling Chuxia's interest slightly. With Ji Xinxin's queenly presence, if she set her mind to spoil a blind date, it would undoubtedly be easy. But Ling Chuxia hadn't expected to see such a... disastrous expression?
"What happened?" Ling Chuxia couldn't help but ask softly.
