Pei Yining was completely focused, anxious and uneasy. She kept thinking that her brother's leg would definitely get better, but at the same time she worried something might go wrong. She couldn't help but grip the phone even tighter.
Wan Hongxing, who was busy nearby, also paused what she was doing. She sat down on the sofa beside her, listening carefully to Pei Yining's phone call.
"Cheng Hao!"
Hearing what he said, Pei Yining couldn't help but roll her eyes. She pressed her lips together and said, "Cheng Hao, I'm not joking with you. How is my brother, really?"
"Tch, Little Yining, just now it was 'Brother Cheng Hao', and now it's just 'Cheng Hao'!"
Cheng Hao's disappointed voice came through the phone. He insisted, "Gifts, how come I didn't get any?"
Pei Yining: "..."
Did Cheng Hao get water in his brain or something? Why is he so hung up on gifts?
"Little Yining?"
