"I don't think he'll come," Lai Yang said, still propping up her chin and hazarding a guess. "He's so busy, where would he find the spare time? And I feel that for him, a matchmaking banquet is just..." She thought for a moment before finding the right word. "…child's play."
She's just finding different ways to call Quan Yu old.
Ning Guiwan remained silent.
Yesterday, after she had angered him at the Chinese-style villa, he hadn't made a single phone call. He had been in Canada for over a month, and there hadn't been a single phone call either. It was as if there was nothing special between them.
Ning Guiwan hung Lai Yang's wool coat in the closet and closed the door. This was for the best; it spared her from having to figure out how to deal with him.
"I'm hungry, let's go eat," Lai Yang said, getting out of bed and putting on her shoes.
