Ji Shunuan held her breath, unconsciously biting her lip, and turned her head to look at the staircase beside her.
"Bo Jingcheng," Ji Shunuan's voice carried a hint of confusion as she called his name in a low voice.
The man's broad palm paused, and after a long while he asked in a hoarse voice, "What is it?"
"Does Grandma know about our fake marriage?" Ji Shunuan's voice was very soft.
For some reason, the better the old lady treated her, the more guilty she felt. That feeling of deceiving someone wasn't pleasant, especially when the other person was of such an old age.
"I haven't told her," Bo Jingcheng said softly.
After that, they both fell silent.
Through the phone, she felt she could almost hear his strong and vigorous heartbeat.
"What would you like to eat tonight?" Bo Jingcheng asked in a deep voice, appropriately changing the subject.
