"Aunt Yiran, do you want to say a few words to my dad?"
Hearing his name mentioned in the conversation, Wu Chengzu's ears perked up instantly. It seemed like he was watching TV, but in reality, his attention was entirely on the phone.
In the end, Wu Jingjing, looking disappointed, just said "Oh." and hung up the call.
Seeing Wu Jingjing hang up, Wu Chengzu felt a wave of disappointment, but he didn't show it on his face. He asked casually, "What happened?"
"I don't know what's wrong. As soon as I mentioned you, Aunt Yiran said she had something to do and hung up!" Wu Jingjing looked at Wu Chengzu with disdain, "You kept bragging about how we'd get to meet Aunt Yiran someday!"
"Wu Jingjing!" Wu Chengzu glared, "It's the New Year, don't ruin it for yourself!"
Wu Jingjing pouted, "You know it's the New Year! What's the point of just you and me staring at each other at home!"
Wu Chengzu gave Wu Jingjing a look, grabbed his cigarettes, and went to the balcony.
