Ye Cheng hesitated whether to answer the call, but Xia Duoduo spoke first: "Take the call, I'll sit on the sofa for a while."
She saw Ye Cheng hesitate for a few seconds before suddenly stepping outside the door to press the answer button.
Xia Duoduo felt bewildered. Why did answering a call need to be so secretive?
Something's fishy!
She quietly got up from the sofa, leaning on her crutches as she made her way toward the door.
"What is it?" Ye Cheng's voice was indifferent.
"There is something," a woman's coquettish voice came from the other end, "Does missing you count as something important?"
"..."
"A Cheng, I really miss you," Zimei sighed. Her tone held a hint of sadness.
Ye Cheng's brows furrowed, his voice turning a bit stern: "You've been drinking."
"Mm-hmm. I can't help it. If I don't drink, I can't sleep at all—it's been like this for three years. A Cheng, my head is spinning badly. What should I do?"
Three years...
