The next morning, Qing Jian called Bai Xiao, "Sister Bai, I'm at the hotel again. Which room are you in? I want to come over and hang out!"
The enthusiasm of the youth was so palpable that it seemed to transmit through the internet cable.
Bai Xiao was watering flowers on the rooftop, and said indifferently, "I don't have time to play. You should go back."
"Sister Bai, I'm already here, please just meet me for a bit!"
"Sister Bai, I'm at the buffet restaurant, let me treat you to breakfast!"
"Sister Bai, please agree. I'm a loyal fan and a major patron of Ta show..."
A customer is God! Especially a little golden patron who is very good at acting coquettishly.
Bai Xiao's heart softened, and she was about to agree when Ye Huang handed her the ointment for her lips, suddenly reminding her of the wound on her mouth: "Qing Jian, I really am busy. Leave for now, or I'll block you if you don't listen."
"Okay, okay, then when will you have time to meet me?"
