When under someone else's roof, one has no choice but to lower their head.
Ji Manman gently closed her eyes, her heart feeling ashen, and responded with a hum.
"Great!" On the other end of the phone, Liu Liang clearly appreciated her understanding, and with a lascivious chuckle said, "See you in an hour, my Manman."
After hanging up, Ji Manman tried to loosen her left hand, which was interlocked with Chu Xinian's fingers, but the man held on firmly, contrary to his usual demeanor.
With a thin layer of satisfaction passing through his eyes, Ji Manman smiled brilliantly and reluctantly shook their entwined hands, "Xinian, don't worry, I'll definitely get what you want."
"I'm not worried about that."
Chu Xinian didn't release her hand, his brows and eyes filled with deep sorrow, "Manman, I'm worried about you."
