Staring at the name that lit up on the phone screen.
Little Xiahua.
George silently gazed, as if during a certain period, he had longed for her attention, yearned for her response.
But now that she really called, he hesitated.
The phone rang over and over again, just like he used to text her again and again.
George lightly swiped his finger, cutting off this disturbance.
Soon, Qi Qinghan's message came through: [George, can you please answer the phone, I have something urgent to discuss.]
During dinner, George heard the Song Zhen couple discussing, planning to have Qi Lei's family move out of Zhenyuan.
So he roughly understood why she sought him out.
George replied: [I don't think there's anything worth saying between us, from a brother's perspective, anyone who harms my sister is my enemy.]
Qi Qinghan sent another message, but got the prompt: The recipient has blocked your message.
Trying to call again, George had already placed her number on the blacklist.
