"I understand."
She dared not say more, fearing Chu Xi would grow impatient. Reluctantly, she whispered softly, "Then, goodnight, Xixi. Get some rest early. Don't tire yourself out."
Chu Xi hung up the phone directly.
After hanging up, she irritably tossed the phone onto the bed, walked to the luxurious floor-length mirror, and admired her beautiful figure, fiddling with the valuable necklace around her neck.
She really couldn't comprehend how there could be women so inept with words, lacking any perception—she had already shown her impatience, yet the woman kept going on and on. If she hadn't hung up, she probably would have been dragged into chatting all night.
What era was it now? Who still wore knitted sweaters underneath for warmth?
There are so many high-end fabrics these days that provide warmth even if they're thin, offering comfort and coziness. Only those who can't afford expensive fabrics would resort to such outdated methods...
