The last expression was an angry Ali throwing something.
After that, there was no more movement.
Xing Chen fell silent.
The usual calm and indifferent demeanor that seemed unconcerned with everything was easily broken by just a few words.
In his jade-like black eyes, a gentle smile appeared.
The corners of his lips unintentionally lifted, adding a touch of softness.
He hadn't looked at his phone last night, so naturally, he couldn't have replied.
Someone must have been quite anxious waiting last night, right?
In any event, Ran Xiangsi's proactive contact easily pleased this usually stoic man.
Yawning, Ping Le walked in and, at first glance, saw their young master actually smiling at his phone?
What's gotten into the young master lately? Could he be that happy alone?
Hearing footsteps at the door, Xing Chen asked without looking up, "Is today's schedule arranged?"
