Ye Qingci glanced at her phone, and the name on the screen was Ye Jingzhi.
Her mood instantly lifted. She swiped to answer, "Brother? So late—do you need something?"
Ye Jingzhi's gentle and refined voice came through the phone, "Cici, do you have time tomorrow? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."
"Sure, I've got time," Ye Qingci said cheerfully. "Brother, why don't you come over to my house tomorrow? You haven't been here yet. Tomorrow at noon, Ah Chu and I will host you for lunch at home. Ah Chu's house has several international chefs—their dishes are amazing. You're going to love it!"
"Alright, sounds good," Ye Jingzhi said with a chuckle. "Let's settle on that then. I'll come to visit tomorrow—don't leave me hanging."
"Don't leave me hanging," Ye Qingci echoed before hanging up the phone, practically glowing with joy.
She had her own home now!
Tomorrow, she would entertain guests in her very own home!
How wonderful!
