Ailin's attempt to embarrass Jianxi backfired, making her the butt of her own joke. She laughed awkwardly as she explained, "I'm not being picky, I'm just offering a suggestion. Miss Jianxi and I are friends too! Right, Jianxi?"
Jianxi smiled lightly, her heart as clear as a mirror. She knew what kind of person Ailin was. She also knew what kind of person Yu Ling was. Yu Ling wasn't really angry with her. She was just, in her heart, struggling to get through a barrier of love. She understood completely.
Ailin was even more embarrassed. "Jianxi..."
"Miss Ailin, thank you for coming to the birthday banquet today," Jianxi said, smiling generously—a stark contrast to Ailin's discomfiture.
"Hehe..." Ailin finally found a way out, relieved, and came to Jianxi's side pretending to be affectionate, "Jianxi, when I helped you get that fake ID last time, I took a big risk. Now that you don't need it, give it back to me!"
"Fake ID?" Nan Mufeng's eyes narrowed as he glared at Ailin.