If Tang Xiaoyu called her and she did not pick up because her phone was on silent mode, she would feel guilty.
"Madam, please call Miss Qin Qitong back quickly, but she doesn't seem to be in a hurry."
Auntie Zhang smiled at Pei Ge as she walked to the end of the corridor to make a call. She then returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"What did Qin Qitong say?"
Ji Ziming stood in the living room with his arms crossed as he watched Auntie Zhang run back from Pei Ge's side. His voice was cold, as though he wanted to put all his coldness here today.
"Miss… Miss Qin Qitong said… said that she's coming back for the wedding."
Auntie Zhang regained her stammer. Looking at Ji Ziming's face, she still did not know how to face Mr Ji whom she had taken care of for so many years but was still as cold as an ice mountain. Only when Mr Ji faced his wife would he reveal all of his warmth.
