Yang Zhen'er froze for a moment. "Didn't Baldy reject you afterward? Or are we playing by ourselves? Then we'd need to invite someone else—Xiao Qing?" Xiao Qing was Tang Baona's high school classmate, a local who often hung out with them before.
Tang Baona shook her head. "No need to invite anyone else. Xiang Kun is coming."
Yang Zhen'er's eyes widened. "Didn't he reject you last time?" Then she paused, realizing something, and pointed at her friend. "Nana, you... you contacted him again?"
Tang Baona's gaze darted away. "No, he contacted me!"
"Really? Give me your phone. Let me see your chat history." Yang Zhen'er was suspicious.
"He called me..."
"When did he call? Let me see your call log."
Tang Baona was defeated and could only say, "Fine, I did contact him first. Didn't Sister Yun say, when we were doing yoga the day before yesterday, that Coach Shen from the gym and Coach Yang from the boxing gym wanted to see him? I was just passing along their message for them."
"Give me a break! How could the gym not have his contact information? He had to leave his phone number to get a membership card!" Yang Zhen'er frowned. "Nana, he obviously feels..."
Tang Baona hurriedly cut her off. "I know, I know. He obviously isn't interested in me. I never said I liked him either. I'm just curious. Weren't you curious too? You kept saying he was mysterious and kept asking me to invite him over. You wanted Lao Xia to come see him, and you were the one who suggested we play cards together. We're just ordinary friends. When we're busy, we do our own thing; when we have time, we hang out. That's perfectly normal. He didn't have time before, but he does now."
"That's