"Alright, call me if you need anything." Ye Qilan lightly patted Su Hongxing on the head before getting into his car.
Little Pudding jumped into Su Hongxing's arms, showering her face with kisses, before eventually being carried away by Ye Qilan.
After sending off Ye Qilan, Su Hongxing let out a sigh of relief.
Xiao Ji had only said a single sentence to her. He told her that the Xiao family doesn't like Ye Qilan. And with the recent passing of Xiao's father, she didn't want to make Xiao Ji's grief even worse.
In the following days, Su Hongxing stayed at the Xiao family's house to keep Xiao's mother company.
While Xiao Ji took care of all his father's posthumous affairs.
Tomorrow was the burial of Xiao's father, and Su Hongxing couldn't sleep. Draped in a knitted sweater, she walked outside, only to see Xiao Ji sitting under a grapevine, smoking.
The dim light barely illuminated Xiao Ji's facial features. His silhouette looked lonely.
