Men Ling listened to Pei Jingchuan's words and couldn't help but laugh, her tone filled with a hint of jest.
"Then I'll leave it to you, Jingchuan. If Yanqing really brings me to Paris, I'll treat you guys to a big feast!"
Afterwards, the two exchanged pleasantries for a bit, shifting the conversation from Paris to everyday trivial matters, making their interaction all the more intimate.
On the other end of the phone, Men Ling complained aloud but her heart was filled with blessings.
Jiang Yuzhu hung up the phone and the mobile screen returned to a tranquil black, yet the room was filled with warmth from the exchange.
Jiang Yuzhu put down her phone, took a deep breath, turned to Pei Jingchuan with a face full of tenderness.
Pei Jingchuan had already stood up, walked over to her side, and gently took her hand, drawing her into his embrace.
"Men Ling is quite cute, always so forthright," said Pei Jingchuan in a deep and tender voice.