After Ji Qingxin got into the taxi, the corners of her mouth curled into a faintly cold smile as she raised her hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
She sneered inwardly, idiot.
Everyone was being manipulated by her, the feeling was simply fantastic.
Lai Family.
Lai Qinghuan had been staying at home lately.
The number of times Ye Han contacted her had noticeably decreased.
She didn't mind, she always had the patience in the game of wits with Ye Han.
Not once did he not surrender first.
This time was no exception.
When Ye Han's call came through, she picked up at the very last second of the ringing.
"Hello."
"Qinghuan, your favorite pianist is in Beijing for a concert, want to go together?"
The man's voice was smooth and unhurried, laced with a hint of careful solicitation.
Lai Qinghuan smiled, "Today?"
"Yes. Seven o'clock tonight, shall I pick you up?"
"Sorry, but I have already promised my mother to have dinner with her."
