"There's really no other way... Mr. Ning, why don't you ask Qixi yourself? I gave her ten tickets at the time, she doesn't have many friends, so she probably hasn't given them all out yet," the other party pondered.
Ning Yichen was silent for a while, then lightly said "Hmm" and hung up the phone.
He flipped through the contacts, his finger lingering over the name Lu Qixi for a long time, but he ultimately didn't press it.
What was he doing?
Even he didn't know.
...
The next day.
After lunch, Xiaobao suddenly got mysteriously excited.
Because He Jingyao had promised to take him to Qixi's concert.
Zhixi also strongly insisted on going along.
He Jingyao's gaze fell on her rounded belly, and he disapprovingly frowned.
"Well... this is like a family activity for us," Zhixi reasoned, "After the baby is born, who knows how many years it'll be for another chance like this."
