Call

"Ah Cheng, when will mister be back?" Xu Anran asked. No matter if 'flying' was Guan Jingyi or not, she still wanted to wait for Guan Jingyi to return and personally ask him.

Ah Cheng laughed: "Madam, if you think of Mister, you can call me." After Ah Cheng finished speaking, he looked at his watch and said, Mr. should be eating breakfast right now.

Xu Anran said with a heavy heart.

The old man took a sip of his milk and asked, "Little An An, what's this all about? It can't be that I'm thinking of the Old Fourth, why can't I just give him a call. "

Xu Anran turned her head to look at his grandfather, her lips curling into a smile: "Mn, I'll call him in a while."

Just as the grandfather-grandson pair was talking like that, Xu Anran, who was sitting on the table, suddenly remembered who she was. When she saw the caller ID, it really was Guan Jingyi.

Xu Anran held onto her phone's screen, unable to tell what she was actually feeling.