Ruge was sick, she had a fever for three days before she gradually got better.
And Ji Yanche's concert tour is at the Capital Stadium tomorrow.
The TV in the living room was playing a sitcom, but the atmosphere in the room was not good.
Ruge stood barefoot on the floor with a determined look, chin raised, expression serious, "I want to go."
Ji Yanche had just finished rehearsing, his cap covering half his handsome face, and he carried Ruge back to the sofa, "No way."
"It's only fifty bucks round trip by taxi from my house to the stadium, why not!"
"Because there's a little girl with a cold."
What little girl, this guy was only a day older than her, why did he act so old and wise?
Ruge: "My cold is already better."
Ji Yanche patted her back, "Be good now."
"Ji, Yanche!" Ruge angrily pushed away his hand, "Don't treat me like a little girl. I said I'm better and I am! I spent a lot of money on the concert tickets, bought them from a scalper!"
