Little Nana's small teeth made a crunching sound, glancing sideways at Chenchen's quiet demeanor, she thought to herself: This little uncle is crafty, don't think I don't know.
After being lectured by Jiang Da Shao, Xixi came running with the pink phone her sister had put in his pocket: "Your phone, Nana, take it."
Lu Na looked like she didn't want to take it, pouting and quietly asking, "Who called?"
"How would I know?" Little Xixi didn't care about the details, shoving the hot phone into her palm.
Lu Na looked down at the number, furrowed her small brow again, and walked aside to answer.
"Nana, I heard you're coming back soon." The warm and gentle voice belonged to Ye Sichen, the young master of the Ye Family.
Lu Na replied, "Mm."
"When you come back, I want to visit your house. I've already spoken with your dad."
Lu Na's little eyes rolled around: "You called me just for this?"
