Han Xi and Chu Ci saw the WeChat message and immediately called that girl. Right now, Li Manman is on a yacht, her floral long dress fluttering in the sea breeze.
She looked at the name on the phone screen and pressed the answer button directly.
"Manman, how come you're with Tong Ze? Where are you guys?"
On the other end of the line, Han Xi and Chu Ci were having lunch in a restaurant, thinking that if Feng Yi saw this photo, he'd surely be furious.
"We're in Bali Island. He flew here himself last night; it's none of my business."
Chu Ci grumbled, dissatisfied, at the phone on the dining table which was on speaker: "Isn't this a bit too much? Feng Yi is waiting for you to come back eagerly, yet you're out having fun with Tong Ze."
"Dear sisters, can we not mention Feng Yi?"
Han Xi put her chopsticks down and leaned towards the table: "A little drama spices things up, but too much will hurt. If you torment Feng Yi badly, you'll just feel sorry for him later. Enough is enough."
