"I'm in Milan."
"I know. Anning has a jewelry exhibition, and it ended today, right?" Ye Feimo seemed to be talking to someone else, and the background noise was a bit loud, sounding like Italian, which she couldn't understand a single word of.
This conversation made Wen Nuan feel a bit frustrated. "Hey, is that all you're going to say?"
"What's wrong?"
"Aren't you still in Rome? At the very least, you should say something like, 'Why don't you come to Rome for a trip? I'll be your guide.' You can't even say that? How are you supposed to be a boyfriend?" Wen Nuan couldn't help but complain. She wanted to hit Ye Feimo's head with a hammer. She had given such obvious hints; if he still didn't get it, she wouldn't be polite anymore.
Just look at this conversation; it hardly sounded like a couple who had been separated for a few days.
