Jing Si said, "But your health..."
"I'm fine, not going to die just yet." An Jia clenched her fist and waved it in front of him, "If I want to hit you, I still can. Do you want to try?"
"Alright, I know you're tough." Jing Si was speechless. She was just taking advantage of the fact that he didn't dare to hit her.
He just didn't want to hit a woman.
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Song Ci stood by the window, looking at the garden downstairs. An Jia's situation made her heart incredibly heavy.
Even though An Jia had told her not to tell her dad, she still felt unwilling.
Right now, she wanted to call her father and tell him that her mother was sick and wanted him to come back.
At that moment, her phone started ringing.
She glanced at it and saw that it was a call from Cheng Xinghe.
She answered it.
Cheng Xinghe's voice came through, "Song Ci, how have you been lately?"
"Do you need something?" If Cheng Xinghe was calling her, it was usually because he needed something.
