Jiang Ruolan changed the subject. "Yijun, Guiying is still your sister. She has already given birth to her youngest child. It won't be inconvenient for you to call her today, so call her tomorrow to congratulate her. Don't always be so cold and indifferent, as if you don't care about the Xian Family's affairs. Do you hear me?"
Xian Yijun didn't say anything. He just picked up the folder on the desk. After a while, he answered with a faint "En."
"You said you are busy, but when I saw Chiahao and An Na pestering you, you were patient enough to play with them and didn't seem busy at all. Yijun, we're a family now. Let go of that old grudge. I have let it go, so why don't you do the same? All right, let's not talk about this anymore. If I talk too much, you'll find me long-winded. You can continue with your work." Then she hung up the phone.
