"You're finally back. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Upon seeing Ji Qingyan, Song Jiayu put down the apple in her hand and went over to give her a big hug.
"Come, come, come. I missed you so much. We haven't seen each other for more than half a year."
"It's because you're a busy person. Things are different now. You're already the boss of a start-up company. I'll send you ten WeChat messages, but you'll only reply to me three times at most. You still have the cheek to criticize me."
When they were young, Ji Qingyan's uncle's family background was not very good. He worked hard outside all year round and no one took care of Song Jiayu, so he sent her to the Ji family. The two of them had slept on the same bed until the age of six, so their relationship was especially good.
"Haih, my good sister." Song Jiayu wrapped her arms around Ji Qingyan's neck in a despicable manner.
