Ya Shitian always liked her for being this way, seeing through many things without being obstinate or overly sensitive.
As they were talking, Ye Anqi's cell phone rang.
Her phone was on the coffee table, and she reached out to grab it, but Ya Shitian got to it first.
His arms were too long; hers were not short, but they fell short in comparison to his.
"Who is it?" Ye Anqi asked.
"Your father."
Ye Anqi smiled as she stood up, "I'm going to have some fruit. You chat with him, Ya Shao."
Having said that, she walked toward the door, leaving Wenshan to Ya Shitian's handling.
She didn't need to guess to know why Wenshan was calling her.
A few days ago, an earthquake occurred in C City; many shoddy constructions had been promptly exposed, and the real estate that Wenshan invested in might have problems.
Ye Anqi sat in the living room downstairs, eating fruit and watching television.
A few minutes later, Ya Shitian also came down.
