Ji Xiaomin: "You, say that, again?"
Watching the two opposite her making a ruckus, Xia Ye's fingers moved on the screen, opening the WeChat conversation with Jiang Xuan. The last message was still from three days ago.
Cang Tian Wu Yan: Uncle Jiang, have you gone to bed?
Jiang: I've gone to bed.
Xia Ye, with her explosive temper—
She didn't know what she did last time in the car to offend him, but he had been giving her the cold shoulder of late.
You'd call it cold, but he replied to her every time, and every week he had Shen Jing bring her food and daily necessities.
But if you called it warm, every conversation didn't last more than three sentences, like last time - sleeping, yet managing to reply to such a damn WeChat!
"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao?"
Shen Zhiqiao had been listening to the sounds from the next table and hadn't noticed when Director Li had sat down at his table.
