Qiao Nian didn't buy it. "Since there's no better way, it's decided."
Veins bulged on Ji Nan's forehead.
He clenched his fists and was about to say something when the girl picked up her bag, walked over, and patted his shoulder. "Let's go."
Not waiting for his reaction, Qiao Nian turned to Xie Yun and said, "Auntie Xie, I still have something on. I'll leave first."
Xie Yun looked at her son, then at the unmoved Qiao Nian. Her eyebrows twitched, and she nodded lovingly.
The girl left Ji Nan's apartment without hesitation.
Click!
Ji Nan walked to the sofa in frustration and sat down. He buried his head in his knees and scratched his hair forcefully.
His neatly trimmed short hair was fluffy and messy from his actions. The usually refined and handsome Young Master Ji looked up, his eyes faintly bloodshot as he stared fixedly at his Mom.
"Mom, why didn't you persuade her?"
"You tried to persuade her. Did it work?"
