Shen Dang exaggerated intentionally, "Wow, it's already this late and the big star hasn't woken up yet?"
Qiao Xi: "???"
Qiao Xi was truly numb with irritation and decisively hung up the phone.
Early in the morning, what was he playing at?
She pulled the comforter over and draped it over her head.
Suddenly, Shen Dang laughed.
Temper!
He had come all this way just for this performance?
Leaning against the flower beds underneath the hospital building, Shen Dang carelessly redialed Qiao Xi's phone.
Despite sitting on a plane for hours, there was not a hint of dishevelment on him; he still looked inexpressibly refined.
He wore a black shirt neatly tucked into his suit pants, his figure tall and imposing, serenely bathed in the morning light.
It was as if he was watching the people passing by but at the same time, as though nothing was worth settling his gaze upon.
