Seeing that Pei Xiaoxiao remained silent, Song Ci chuckled lightly.
Then he pulled out an original copy of a video.
He requested it to be played on the spot.
In the video was a small booth of a tea house, where three elegantly-dressed women sat.
One of those women was Pei Xiaoxiao.
Pei Xiaoxiao was sitting alone on one side.
The other two girls were sitting across from her.
One of the girls spoke, "Xiaoxiao, you've been so busy lately that we can't even invite you for tea. What on Earth are you so busy with?"
Pei Xiaoxiao laid on the table out of boredom, her tone lazy and dismissive.
"What else could I be busy with, other than making my existence felt around my parents?"
