Tang Li held the cellphone box, but her gaze was fixed on Ji Ming. Ji Ming only said one sentence: "Miss Tang's birthday is approaching, and out of concern that he may be too busy with work to remember, the gentleman had me deliver this in advance."
Yesterday evening, Feng Qi suggested she change her cellphone; today, she received a new one.
At least it saved her the trouble of buying one herself.
Thinking of the electronic cigarette she had given to Song Baiyan, then looking at the iPhone X in her hands, Tang Li's heart swelled with a hint of sweetness.
Presenting a birthday gift and now receiving one herself.
...There was a sense of reciprocation.
Come to think of it, her birthday was in mid-August, which was still some time away.
Ji Ming delivered the items and prepared to leave.
He had squeezed out some time to come here.
After Ji Ming's departure, Tang Li took the new cellphone upstairs.
