Yang Jingyi's lips twitched, "She's my childhood friend. We grew up together. I was planning to have dinner with her when she's free and introduce you to them."
The man nodded, "Next week then. I'm free next week."
"I don't have time, and neither do you." The little girl said.
"I'll ask them if they're free next week." Yang Jingyi looked at the girl and hesitated.
The man frowned slightly and turned to look in the direction where Ji Yuanyuan had left.
Coincidentally, Ji Yuanyuan was placing Tangtang on the safety seat.
When the man saw Ji Yuanyuan's car, his eyes narrowed slightly.
On the way back, Ji Yuanyuan started to worry.
What was the relationship between Yang Jingyi and this man?
This man looked to be at least thirty-five years old, and he was holding a child's hand.
Moreover, the man's gaze made her feel uncomfortable.
