Picking up the phone, he dialed Ji Anning's number, finding he didn't even have the strength to hold the phone, he lay on his side, placing the phone directly on his ear.
Listening to the familiar ringtone, in no time, he heard the voice he wanted to hear.
"Uncle."
The familiar voice, the familiar address, Ji Chicheng's heart was unexpectedly stirred.
Like a kitten scratching, gently tickling his heart, yet more than just itchy, driving him crazy, his body flushed with heat.
He said, "I will be in Hai City in about four hours."
So tired, he closed his eyes partially.
"I'll leave after having lunch."
Ji Anning's voice came through the earpiece, entering Ji Chicheng's ears like a lullaby, making his eyelids grow heavier.
"Hmm." He responded, his tone lazy, "The roads over there aren't good, leave a bit earlier, don't be too late."
"What's wrong with you? Feeling sleepy?" Ji Anning sensed something was off with Ji Chicheng, her voice filled with concern.
