Ming Wenxian's End, JI Xingzhi's Arrival (2)

"I'm in the South State," Xie Yanqiu declared, "After wrapping up a matter here, I'll head to Lin City. The night of that brat's group formation is approaching. You should come and watch it too."

The man on the other end of the line hesitated briefly before making a strike for Xie Yu, "Alright, then."

Once again, their plans for a private world together were dashed.

"Ah, and we need to record a video message for him, featuring family members cheering him on," Xie Yanqiu suddenly slammed her hand on the table, her tone taking on a mix of annoyance and jest. "And it's all your fault, looking so handsome. You passed those genes to your son, and now he's just as unsettling!"

The call was abruptly cut off.

The man, bewildered by the unexpected scolding, pondered silently.

...Isn't Xie Yu more like Xie Yanqiu?

But he let the thought go. It wasn't important.

What mattered was that he needed to put on another strike for Xie Yu.