Indeed, Jiang Xianrou replied quickly.
[How about tomorrow? I want to treat everyone to a meal tomorrow. We haven't gathered in a long time.]
Zhang Yang smiled indifferently and restrained the disdain and frivolity in his gaze. As he took out his car key and opened the car door, he replied to the message on his phone with one hand. His attitude was similar to before.
[Tomorrow? I'm sorry, Miss Jiang. I might not have time tomorrow.]
Zhang Yang sent the message. He thought that with Jiang Xianrou's character, she would never reply to him again.
Unexpectedly, he had just gotten into the car and started the accelerator when the phone he had thrown aside rang again.
He was a little impatient. He picked it up and opened the message.
It was actually from Jiang Xianrou. [When are you free? I'll pick a time when you're free to ask the others out.]
Zhang Yang stared at his phone for a long time and confirmed that the WeChat profile picture was correct. It was Jiang Xianrou herself.
He slowly returned to his senses, but he only placed his phone aside again and did not care.
He had no intention of replying to the message at all!
At the same time, at Lan Pavilion.
Jiang Xianrou had just reached the door.
More than ten minutes had passed since she sent the message, but there was no response from the other party. Zhang Yang's profile picture was also silent.
Her expression became ugly as she stopped in her tracks. She bit her lips until they turned white.
What did Zhang Yang mean?
Was he cutting ties with her?
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