It seemed as if he had heard the grievance in Ruan Jiaojiao's voice, Xiu Xi was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the line, then coaxed, "Be good, don't cry."
"I'm not crying," Ruan Jiaojiao protested, unconvinced.
She felt wronged, but she definitely had not cried; she was absolutely not that spineless of a cat.
She twirled the phone cord around her finger and, thinking of the weather forecast she had watched last night, immediately asked, "Brother Xi, have you switched to a down jacket? And don't forget your hat and gloves, you must wear them, otherwise you'll get too cold and won't be able to compete well tomorrow."
Xiu Xi, glancing at the clothes he had changed into right after getting off the train, nodded, "I've put them on, don't worry."
"So, have you guys arrived yet? Where are you calling me from?"
"At the guesthouse, your grandfather came to pick me up," Xiu Xi answered.