Qiao Zhiyi's expression had already turned sour.
She had made ten calls only to have each one hung up on her; it was clear he was determined not to deal with her.
She had promised Zhiyun that she would take him to see Shi Jingzhou, but now, without any credibility, how could she meet him?
She had to make Shi Jingzhou answer the phone, and even act out a scene with her for Zhiyun to see; otherwise, Zhiyun wouldn't feel reassured.
Biting her teeth, she began to write a text message.
She pondered over every single word. Like a heartless machine, she crafted love words devoid of any emotion.
When Shi Jingzhou received the text from Qiao Zhiyi, he opened it with interest.
The text furrowed his brows increasingly deep, squinting his eyes as he read each word over and over.
"Honey, are you free tonight? I miss you." When Shi Jingzhou read this message aloud, his first reaction was that something was wrong with Qiao Zhiyi's mind.