Mo Qian's gaze paused slightly. "About a week."
"Go ahead without worry. I'll take good care of myself. While you're away, I can go back and spend some time with Grandma. She's been saying for ages that she wants me to stay at the Ji Family for a few days," Ji Wei said.
Mo Qian looked at the gentle smile on the woman's lips, dazed for a few seconds, before speaking with some difficulty: "Alright."
…
"Miss, does the breakfast suit your taste?"
In the Ji Family dining room, the butler, Uncle Zhao, stood beside Ji Wei, inquiring with a friendly smile.
"Hmm."
Ji Wei responded absentmindedly, her gaze fixed on the phone lying on the dining table.
The first thing she did upon waking up in the morning was check her phone, but even now, she hadn't received any calls or messages from Mo Qian.
Uncle Zhao saw the heaviness in her demeanor, and wisely refrained from disturbing her, quietly withdrawing.
