"You don't have to kiss me." Rong Qingqing replied softly, "Who even cares to kiss you?"
About twenty minutes later, the three inside had finished cleaning up the dishes and came out.
Seeing Rong Qingqing still on the phone, Luo Cheng was stunned.
"Do people in love always chat on the phone like this?" Luo Cheng asked, "Is it some kind of chatterbox syndrome? Can they never finish talking?"
"That's why we're still single until now," Zhao Junxi said helplessly.
Sun Lei Lei's expression slightly darkened, and she called out to the person under the tree, "Rong Qingqing, we're heading back. Are you done with your call?"
The person under the tree raised her hand to wave, got up, and looked toward the group, then hurriedly hung up the call and ran over.
"Hey, she knows the way back, right? Why call her? Let her keep chatting," Zhao Junxi said puzzled at Sun Lei Lei, "Interrupting her chat with her fiancé isn't nice."
