Xia Wei smiled as she spoke. As if she had thought of something, she continued, "It's just that the few of you have been making a fuss over nothing. You treat me like a delicate baby that can't be blown by the wind or drenched by the rain."
Especially a certain Best Actor, who wished he could lock Xia Wei in his arms or in the wheelchair.
Wang Ming vaguely smelled the sour smell of love. He resisted the urge to complain directly. After taking a deep breath, he agreed. "Alright, I understand! I'll ask Lin Yi to arrange your trip when the time comes."
Knowing that Xia Wei was a person with ideas, Wang Ming did not say much to try to change her mind. He chatted with her casually for a while before hanging up.
Xia Wei threw away the phone that had already hung up and closed her eyes to rest for a while. When she opened her eyes again, she suddenly felt that this space without Jian Tan seemed to be a little too cold.
