Jing Xiaocha was deeply moved by Wen Jin's repeated concessions.
Just a second ago, she had been worrying and lightly furrowing her elegant brows, but now her smile was bright, and she spoke with a light and confident tone, "Brother Wen, I can definitely do it."
Wen Jin's eyes, dark as ink, reflected her clear and confident smile, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted.
Jing Xiaocha's joy came so simply.
Just as he was about to say something, the phone rang again.
He took out his phone and glanced at it, then the arc of Wen Jin's lips deepened as he said to Jing Xiaocha, "It's a call from Little Hui, he must have finished reviewing his homework."
"Little Hui?"
Jing Xiaocha blinked and a hint of doubt appeared between her eyebrows.
Why didn't Little Hui call her, but called Wen Jin instead?
Wen Jin pressed the answer button, purposely turned on the speakerphone, and his warm voice flowed from his thin lips, "Little Hui, have you finished your homework?"
