"Hmm, I don't know." The little boy seemed to think about it seriously. "Sister, how about you answer as many questions as you want?"
Sheng Yang didn't like to trouble herself, so she simply replied, "I received the paintings. Thank you. My mother liked them very much."
"Um…" The little boy stopped talking. The frustration in his voice could be heard over the phone.
Sheng Yang smiled helplessly. "I'm eating and sleeping well too. You can come and play with me anytime."
Her sweet voice finally sounded happy, as if it was full of sunshine.
Yi Juncheng, who was watching from the side, felt jealous.
He never knew he could be this childish.
Why was he bothered by a child who was still wet behind the ears?
Yes, it was worth feeling bothered over…
He suddenly leaned forward and whispered in Sheng Yang's ear, "It's almost time…"
His sexy and dreamy voice was picked up by the phone and reached the other side.
