Xiao Ling watched Xiao Bei and Ji Qinglan. After puffing out her cheeks and speaking, she returned to her room.
After watching Xiao Ling leave,
Xiao Bei immediately pulled Ji Qinglan into his arms.
"What are you doing? Ling'er is here, and you still dare to get handsy!"
Although Ji Qinglan's voice carried a hint of reproach, she still leaned into Xiao Bei.
Perhaps that was the depth of love.
"My wife, it's only been a few days, yet I've missed you terribly!"
Xiao Bei looked at Ji Qinglan in his arms and said with a grin.
"Your Majesty, I missed you too!"
Ji Qinglan played along with Xiao Bei. It was an understanding the two of them shared.
Hearing that, Xiao Bei chuckled.
He scooped Ji Qinglan up in a princess carry and headed toward the bedroom.
Meanwhile, in the guest room, Xiao Ling felt a little helpless.
"Hmph, so what if you have a girlfriend? Big deal!"
Xiao Ling looked at the stuffed toy on the bed and suddenly thought of something.
She took out her phone and opened her photo album.
Inside was a phone number.
A wicked smile appeared on Xiao Ling's face.
Then she dialed the number.
After three beeps,
the call was answered.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Idiot, the one giving you face!"
An Ruojie was soaking in a bathtub at a hotel in Pengcheng, drinking red wine, when he heard the words from the phone.
He nearly sprayed out the wine he had just swallowed.
"No, you crazy woman—no, little sister—no, Xiao Ling, how do you have my number?"
After hearing the several names An Ruojie had called her,
Xiao Ling froze.
Then she roared like a lioness, "Moron, can't get your brain to work, can you?"
"No, how am I a moron?