"I'm 169 cm tall barefoot, alright?"
Feng Lulu pouted. "At nearly 1.7 meters tall, a C-cup is just right."
"Ah, I see. My bad."
Jiang Xinghai grinned. "I forgot you just turned eighteen. You're having a second growth spurt and you're still getting taller. Yes, that's it."
"So, we have a deal. I'll get a room tonight. I'll be counting on you," Feng Lulu said with a satisfied smile.
Jiang Xinghai's expression turned serious. "About tonight, I can't predict the exact time. Can we confirm this afternoon?"
"You're this busy the moment you arrive in the Provincial City?" Feng Lulu asked, confused.
"There's something I have to take care of, or I won't be able to rest easy." Thinking of the Black Cloak affair, Jiang Xinghai's mood grew heavy.
Feng Lulu had heard a little about Jiang Xinghai's personal problems, so she didn't continue to act spoiled. "Alright then, let's connect this afternoon."
"Okay, talk to you then."
Jiang Xinghai hung up and then dialed Chuchu's number.
