Unsurprisingly, the person burst into an evil laugh. The next second, imagining the person's sinister expression now, Qiao Junlie was too lazy to listen to that nasty laughter any longer. Bam~ He hung up the phone.
...
Qiao Junlie approached the distant silhouette, gently embracing her shoulders. Zi Ruoxi turned around, already having removed her mask, revealing a face like Qing Chen, with a hint of melancholy.
Zi Ruoxi wanted to ask, but in the end, she didn't open her mouth. This was his matter; if he wanted to tell her, she wouldn't need to ask.
Qiao Junlie had long seen her thoughts from her face, and his heart couldn't help but be filled with joy. She cared about him!
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious." Qiao Junlie's gentle voice lingered in her ear, then paused for a moment. Under the moonlight, he hugged her tightly, rubbed against her ear, and then slowly said, "If you ever meet that person again, don't pay attention to him. Promise me."
