The voice on the other end of the phone, Jiang Rou, sounded a bit childlike.
Her voice was cheerful, so she must have been in a good mood.
Chen Dashan said helplessly, "I'm only five years older than you!"
"I don't care, you're still an uncle!" Jiang Rou was being cheeky, laughing loudly into the phone. Listening to the girl's bell-like laughter, Chen Dashan felt his mood lifting, and a slight smile formed on his lips.
Jiang Rou continued, "Didn't my mom tell you?"
"If I'm not feeling well, just give you a call. I call you, and you don't even want to listen to me!"
Jiang Rou's tone was downcast.
Remembering the last time they had strolled down the pedestrian street together, this girl was quite righteous, protecting him behind her back during a tough time. Despite her young age, she lacked the frailty of the rich girls seen on TV and instead had an air of boldness and chivalry.
Chen Dashan really liked Jiang Rou's personality.
