Ji Chicheng's voice had barely faded in Xiang Yiqing's ears when Xiang Yiqing heard the 'beep beep' of the busy signal; the call was disconnected.
He pulled the phone away from his ear, locked the screen while chuckling, "Ha, this guy, what a huge appetite."
After putting away his phone, he flashed a grin at Ji Anning, "Let's go."
Ji Anning shyly curled the corners of her mouth and followed behind Xiang Yiqing with her head lowered.
Seeing the two-story Western-style house of Xiang Yiqing, the memory of that year when pregnancy scared her to attempt suicide flashed through her mind.
'I heard you tried on wedding dresses this afternoon.'
'Did it look good?'
'You really can't compare with Bai Guo; just one appearance from her and you couldn't handle it and jumped into the sea...'
Thinking back on those words from Ji Chicheng now, they really were unbearably sour.
