He silently kept his phone and stood up from the ground as an act of politeness. With a slightly doubtful tone, he said, "Both of you are…"
"Um, she has something for you." The other girl standing at the back pushed Xing Chuxue and, while at it, rooted for her friend in a voice that she thought was very soft but could be heard by Ji Zhiyao: "Go on, don't be afraid! Take initiative, and there will be a story for you two!"
"…" Ji Zhiyao stared at her quietly.
However, he was not very willing to be the male lead of the story.
At this rate, even if one were to use their foot to think, they would be able to guess what was about to go down, so Ji Zhiyao kept quiet for a few seconds and suddenly lifted his leg to kick Yang Bing, who was gazing longingly at Xing Chuxue.
He said, "Give my phone back to me."
