Xia Youyang was also taken aback, and asked shyly, "Are you free?"
Ma Yang scratched his head, and laughed, "Of course I'm free, it's just whether you'll invite me or not."
Yan Xuan laughed at the side, teasing, "Ma Yang, I've never seen anyone with a thicker face than you."
Xia Youyang gave a gentle smile, wrote Ma Yang's name on the card and handed it to him.
He thought, at last he managed to invite a few people, there should be nothing Xia Liyou can say about it now.
Ma Yang joyfully took the card but looked confusedly at Xia Youyang's stack of unfinished cards, and thought, "Who are all these for?"
"These are from my sister, I don't know who to give them to either," Xia Youyang answered truthfully.
"If your sister gave you so many and you only give out a few, it's a bit unfair isn't it?"
"But, I don't know who I should give them to."
"Alright then, since you don't know who to give them to, let me distribute them for you," Ma Yang offered enthusiastically.
