"Hey girl, what's up? Did you get into a fight with Xu Jiao again?"
Lin Fei, who had just hung up from Meng Ke'er, saw Xu Yingying approaching with a disgruntled expression while wearing slipper sandals. Assuming Xu Yingying had another spat with Xu Jiao, Lin Fei couldn't help but gently pat her on the head with a helpless smile.
"Girl, I'm not saying you're wrong. It's just that even though you have a bit of a temper, when it comes to arguing, you're really no match for Xu Jiao. So, I advise you—"
"Uncle! It's not like what you think!" Xu Yingying was annoyed because she couldn't get tickets to Meng Ke'er's concert.
She brushed off Lin Fei's big hand unceremoniously and intended to explain the situation to him in detail to vent her frustration.
Just as Xu Yingying was about to organize her words, Jiang Ying called her away.
