Qingxue looked at Sheng Qianxia again—this time into her eyes—with a hint of expectation and a bit of insecurity, "Do you really think he will?"
"Of course!" Sheng Qianxia said.
A flicker of hope seemed to grow in Qingxue's eyes, "Then, should I invite him?"
"…Hmm." Sheng Qianxia hesitated and responded, a smile curling at the corners of her lips, though it was clearly a bit stiff.
Qingxue didn't notice her expression and began to worry again, "What if he rejects me?"
"He won't." Sheng Qianxia bit her lip and said, "He will definitely accept."
"Thank you, sis!!" Qingxue suddenly hugged Sheng Qianxia. "I feel much better after hearing what you said."
"Silly girl, go to sleep. We'll talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay."
Qingxue fell asleep quickly.
But Sheng Qianxia was completely restless.
Had she gone mad?
How could she let Qingxue invite Gong Beiyao to watch her competition? He would surely reject her outright.
Yet, Qingxue seemed so expectant.
