Just after finishing her homework, Zhao Wenxin was on the phone while dragging her slippers to the sofa. She kicked off her slippers, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and grabbed the fruit platter on the table, "Mm-hmm, I know."
"Wu Zhiyuan, you're so annoying, I told you I know." Although she was saying that, Zhao Wenxin couldn't help but smile. She turned on the TV, picked up a fork, started eating fruit, and mumbled, "Mm, they're not home."
"Oh please, as if your parents are always at home," Zhao Wenxin snorted softly, swallowed a piece of watermelon, "We're all kids that no one cares about."
It seemed Wu Zhiyuan moved a bit on the other end, and he chuckled, "It's okay, I'm here with you. How can you say no one cares?"
Zhao Wenxin paused, her cheeks instantly flushing red. She rolled her eyes and stuffed a big piece of watermelon into her mouth, "Wu Zhiyuan, why do I feel like you're getting better at saying these flirty things."
