Manman rubbed her palm against her stomach and said faintly, "If you don't like me negotiating terms with you, then I won't go to the party. I'm hanging up."
"Manman," Muo Huangnian paused for a moment, then lowered his voice. It was rich and deep, carrying a hint of indulgence that felt oddly affectionate. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have said you were negotiating with me. I happen to like you being like this. Don't be mad at me, alright?"
Qin Manman hung up the call without hesitation.
She got out of bed, washed up, and changed her clothes.
Just attending a party to exchange for an hour of time with Second Brother—it was an arrangement she was certainly willing to accept.
After all, to her, whether at home or at the party, it made no difference. Either way, she was just zoning out.
