When the afternoon part of the date started at the fashion strip, Feng Xuan stood up from Wang Yimin's couch.
"Where are you going?"
"You're so clingy," she joked to her cousin. "I'm just going to make a call."
She went to the back of the house near the pool. She would've dipped her feet in it but it would be too cold. She dialed Qing Chen's number and he answered just after a few rings.
"Hello, wife," he greeted.
"Hey," she answered lamely.
"Are you okay?"
Feng Xuan squished her cheeks together. "This is no fun," she told him. She could not fathom if it was mood swings that was bringing these thoughts to her mind. "Da Xia's boring. She was easily crushed. We have paid some dummy accounts on social media to post a comparison with our brands. It turned out better than I expected." She sighed. "Did you really date this girl? She's not that smart as I thought."