Ji Tingyang thought about when their mother had died; his sister had been young, her childhood bearing no memories of their mother, unlike him and Ji Zeqiu.
Now, telling her that their mother had come back, resurrected from the dead, she would probably think he was either crazy or had met a scammer.
Should he just tell her it was a friend?
As Ji Tingyang hesitated on how to explain, Ji Yuqiao was already growing impatient.
"Who is it, anyway? If you don't tell me, I'm leaving."
She clutched her notebook and hurried past Ji Tingyang, who stood at the door, and quickly left.
"I'll have the driver take you to school later," Ji Tingyang called after her, but the faster he spoke, the quicker she walked until he sharply shouted her name, "Ji Lanyue."
Ji Yuqiao's steps halted suddenly, then she frowned slightly, turned around with a displeased look, and glared at Ji Tingyang, "I've changed my name a long time ago. Don't call me by my old name."
