Pathological Possession of Forced Marriage

Before Xing Yi walked into the house, the cell phone in his backpack rang. She took out her phone from her bag and frowned slightly when she saw the two words on the screen. "Hello, monitor?" "Xing Yi, where are you? Everyone in the class is almost here. Come here quickly." "Monitor, I... I have something else to do tonight, so I won't come." "This big thing is not as important as the graduation party, right? After tonight, we will go our separate ways. Even if we get together again in the future, there won't be such a large number of people, so just come over." Xing Yi hesitated...