Xiajun Zihao paused for a while as his heart stirred. He replied,""Alright," he said.
He and Wen Qingzhu exchanged a few more words before hanging up the phone.
Xie Yan 'er was still happily playing with her hands.
She turned her hand over and over again, looking very happy.
She couldn't even bear to touch her hand now. She kept feeling that her fingers weren't applied with ointment just now, but her hand was gently protected.
Xie Yan 'er felt more and more that persistence was the right thing to do.
Just as Xie Yan 'er was lost in her own thoughts, xiajun Zihao walked over.
Xie Yan 'er felt a flash of light in front of her eyes, and she looked up again."Brother Hao?"
Xiajun Zihao sat down elegantly and looked at Xie Yan 'er with hesitation.
Xie Yan 'er waited for a while, then took the initiative to say,""Brother Hao, do you have something to say to me?"
Xiajun Zihao nodded."I do have something to tell you."
