Ying Jing was coaxed into laughter by Wen Fucheng, her dimples deep enough to hold wine.
She looked down, kicking at the small pieces of paper on the ground.
"Do you want to try something more amazing from your baby?"
The man's breathing on the other end of the phone noticeably deepened.
"Teasing me?"
"Did I manage to tease you?"
Someone walked past him, said a few words, his voice lowered a bit, probably the phone was put down.
But it didn't stop Ying Jing from hearing the conversation.
That person asked him why he was so happy.
Wen Fucheng said he was on a call with his wife.
Others were surprised.
Wen getting married so early? Never heard of it.
Wen Fucheng seemed to have thought about it and gave a more appropriate reply.
"Soon."
"To be liked by Mr. Wen, I wonder which lucky girl she belongs to."
"My little girl, marrying her is my blessing."
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