Xiaxia: "Friend."
Yang Chen: "I don't like her. If you cut ties with her, I'll consider talking with you."
Xiaxia was stunned. After a moment, she said somewhat sadly, "Actually, I know she's not a good person, that her character has major issues. But, after all, we're friends. If I cut ties with her for no reason, it just doesn't seem right."
Yang Chen: "That's not my concern. That's the condition I'm offering. You agree, I'll talk to you. If you don't, I'll leave now."
Xiaxia was momentarily at a loss about what to decide.
At this moment, a Lamborghini Hurricane stopped in front of Yang Chen's car.
A flamboyantly dressed young man got out, very excitedly saying, "Xiaxia, what are you doing here? What a coincidence!"
This was Song Siming, and from his car you could tell he was a rich second generation.
He had liked Xiaxia for a long time, but had never managed to win her over.
Xiaxia replied dismissively, "Hmm. Go on with your business. I have important things to do."
