Without a fierce struggle, Lin Xu was so easily taken away, which always left Ji Zeqiu feeling somewhat dispirited.
Every few minutes, he would mutter to himself, "Why hasn't Ji Tingyang gone mad?"
"Does he really not care at all?"
Lin Xu helplessly shook her head.
This child was beyond help.
Ji Zeqiu had an apartment in the city center, which was very private; he bought it with his own money after earning as an actor.
He casually pointed to a room for Lin Xu, "You can stay in that room, order take-out if you want to eat anything."
Ji Zeqiu was particularly concerned about privacy; he did not employ a maid at home, and food had to be figured out on one's own, unlike the Ji Family that had servants at hand.
"Do you always order take-out?" Lin Xu looked at him with a mixture of sympathy.
She hadn't realized how pitiful her brother was, relying on take-out for three meals a day.
"What's with that look! Pack it away!" Ji Zeqiu bristled.
