The tone was accusatory.
Xie Jinyi found it amusing.
He was the one who had left her hanging, ignored her.
And now, he was the one questioning her.
What was this?
Was it a common trait among wealthy heirs?
Song Chenglü would pull the same stunt when he was jealous or sulking.
"No," Xie Jinyi said with a smile, "I sent you messages, you just didn't reply."
She always knew how to balance coaxing with holding him accountable.
She was never annoying.
Han Xianyun liked this about her; she was perceptive.
But his expression didn't soften.
"Is that so?" He reached into a hidden compartment, took out a cigarette, and lit it deliberately. After a puff, he continued,
"Then why did you accept the role in the drama funded by the Fu family?"
He was referring to this very production.