"I'm not in a good mood today, I don't want to talk anymore, let's chat another day." Luo Xinyan abruptly stood up, rushed toward the door, pulling her suitcase behind her, wanting to leave.
Ji Weitian didn't stop her, but slowly put away her cellphone.
Hands in her pockets, she followed behind her, continuing to show a friend's concern, "Where are you moving to? You just returned to the country, T city has changed quite a bit in these years, you might not be very familiar with it, do you need me to give you a ride?"
Luo Xinyan stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, turning back incredulously to look at Ji Weitian.
Ji Weitian's warmth today was overwhelming.
In their past interactions, it had always been her talking and Ji Weitian listening.
When had Ji Weitian become so proactive?
"Xinyan, what's wrong, your complexion is so pale, are you not feeling well? How about I take you to the hospital for a check-up first," Ji Weitian stepped forward, offering her a hand.
