Mu Jinxi didn't speak for a long time, Qin Yin could hear her heavy breathing, then she asked again, "Do you have a cold?"
"Yes." Mu Jinxi nodded, her voice hoarse beyond recognition.
Qin Yin felt that she could hardly hear what she was saying, so she took her mobile phone and walked out of the office, where a group of people were still discussing.
"Yinyin." Mu Jinxi called out to Qin Yin and then burst into laughter, but Qin Yin could hear her faint sobbing.
"What's wrong?" Qin Yin asked.
"Do you still hate me?"
At such a question, Qin Yin suddenly didn't know what to say. She pursed her lips, then slowly began to speak, "I've never hated you, but there was a time when I deeply regretted being friends with you."
"Yinyin, I'm sorry." Mu Jinxi said again, her voice filled with heavy nasal sounds, filled with immense guilt.
"Did you call me today just to say sorry?"
"No, I just wanted to tell you that I'm getting married in three days, can you be my bridesmaid?"
