As the sky turned darker and darker, Yun Chujiu's heart started to become more and more agitated!
'You gigolo, you actually stood me up! I'm not done with you!'
The voice transmission talisman inside her storage ring started to vibrate. After Yun Chujiu sent her divine sense in, she heard Di Beiming's slightly helpless voice, "Little Jiu, my mother is sick. I'll visit you another day."
Yun Chujiu was stunned and asked anxiously, "Prince Charming, is your mother alright?"
"She is fine. She has been sick for a long time."
Yun Chujiu put away the voice transmission talisman gloomily. She was so depressed that she had nowhere to vent it. 'Should I blame the gigolo? His mother is sick. I can't just make him come over, right? Who can you blame?! Damn it, you can only blame yourself for being too attentive!'
"An Feng, your master won't be coming today. Sit down and let's eat the cake together!" Yun Chujiu said sullenly.
