After being teased by his nephew, Xie Qingci just followed along and laughed. Yu Xia, with nowhere to vent her frustration, looked at his smiling face and expressionlessly announced a requirement to control video call times, setting a limit of one hour per day.
As joyful as Xie Qingci was before, he was now equally depressed.
He tried to salvage the situation: "Can't we talk about this? I'm all alone abroad, already unable to see you, and now you're depriving me of the chance to see you even on video?"
Yu Xia remained indifferent: "Isn't Mr. Yang human? Isn't your assistant human?"
"…It's not the same. Sis, I shouldn't have laughed just now. How about you scold me a bit?"
She forced a smile: "I'm not the kind of uncultured person who casually scolds others. One hour of call time, that's it. Today has already exceeded the limit, so it's deducted from tomorrow's time."
