"Almost, Mai Xue called yesterday, everything is going smoothly for her in New York," Pello brought up the very thing Su Ziceng didn't want to talk about, making her huff in irritation, feeling an impulse to hang up the call.
"You're provoking me!" Su Ziceng said in exasperation, thinking that she could report some good news to Pello today, but in the end, it turned out to be fruitless.
"I swear by Joan of Arc, the French war goddess, that I'm trying to inspire Miss Su Ziceng's fighting spirit," his hearty laughter attracted the attention of a group of passing girls, each wondering who the lucky girl on the other end of the phone might be.
"Pff..., I'm no goddess right now, I just got kicked out like a beggar," Su Ziceng mumbled, glancing at LV, then her face froze as she saw an Eastern face standing among a few French people outside the phone booth—it was Hang Yishao.
