At this moment, Feng Jingxuan's phone rang, and he answered the call, moving out of Nan Xia's sight.
Nan Xia hadn't been at peace for three seconds when an ostentatious female voice sounded.
"Good as long as you're self-aware."
Song Chuxue walked down the corridor in her high heels, taking pleasure in Nan Xia's dispirited look.
A shadow loomed in Nan Xia's eyes, which looked to be in terrible shape.
Song Chuxue said sardonically, "I really hope Ningning is alright. She's been hit so hard; it would be good if she recovered soon."
Nan Xia gazed at her charming face in silence.
"With Xu Luochao by her side, I also feel at ease. Xu Luochao is truly a good man, not abandoning Ningning even now. She's very fortunate."
She glanced at Nan Xia, her face full of triumph, eyes thick with malice: "I heard Xu Luochao kicked you out. It's understandable; if it weren't for you, Ningning wouldn't have suffered like this. Xu Luochao must hate you to death."