Men Are Greedy For Fresh Faces
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
This made Su Qianci very disappointed. Eventually, she couldn't hold back. She picked up the phone and dialed his number. It was nine o'clock in the morning in the Maldives. It took a long time for him to answer the call.
Li Sicheng's voice sounded drowsy, as if he was just waking up. His voice was deep and low as always. "What happened?" His first sentence was not 'hello', not 'sweetheart', not 'Mrs. Li,' but the estranged 'what happened'.
Su Qianci heard the question, and her eyes suddenly felt hot and wet. Her throat was blocked by something, hurting.
"Li Sicheng," she called, snuffling a little. She did not call him darling, or Mr. Li, but Li Sicheng. She rarely called his full name like this, which was a symbol of her anger or bad mood.
However, Li Sicheng only answered faintly, "yes."
Su Qianci's heart hurt. He did not seem to find out… Or, he pretended not to have found out. Forcing her tears back, she calmly asked, "What are you doing?"