Shen Yixian, "Alright, alright, your mom and I will listen to you."
After hanging up the phone, Ji Weitian leaned back in her chair. Suddenly, a small, exquisite, and handsome face flashed through her mind.
She thought of Ruirui again.
What was going on with her family lately? If she wasn't picking up kids, then her parents were. Were they on a child-collecting spree?
It's a pity, though; they weren't hers. No matter how much she liked them, she couldn't just steal them home to raise.
Ji Weitian let out a small breath, adjusted her mood, and continued organizing the documents.
She had just marked, archived, and neatly put away all the documents at top speed when a familiar silhouette, someone she could recognize even if they turned to dust, floated past her office window.
Qin Nanyu?
What was he doing lurking outside so sneakily?
