Ji Anning's lips twitched into a small smile. She withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and looked at the apple in her hand, turning it around.
'Have one.'
'I don't want to.'
'Just try one.'
'Let go.'
'No.'
'Will you let go?'
'No...'
Uncle, next time, next time I will only act cute with you, not lose my temper.
As the apple spun in her hand, a tear dropped onto it.
She was about to reach out to wipe her tears when Xin Xiaoxiao's voice came from the other side again.
"By the way, Xiang Yiqing is back."
She suddenly remembered this.
Ji Anning, upon hearing this, looked up excitedly at Xin Xiaoxiao, "He's back? When did he come back?"
"Calm down, calm down, he hasn't arrived yet." Xin Xiaoxiao saw Ji Anning was crying and quickly grabbed a tissue, wiping her tears as she said, "His grandfather was playing around with some old friends at the nursing home and fell, I've heard it's quite serious."
Upon hearing this, Ji Anning asked with concern, "How is he now?"
