End of call.
Jian Liangtong listlessly collapsed on the sofa, sighing heavily.
An hour later, Jin Jumo called, and Jian Liangtong remained sprawled on the sofa, not moving at all.
"Ju Zi..." Jian Liangtong picked up the phone weakly.
"...What's up with your voice? Feeling unwell?" Jin Jumo paused, concerned.
"Nope." Jian Liangtong finally sat up straight from the sofa, gathering her energy to speak. "Oh, I'm back. Just got off the plane and already got a call from Little Yan, saying Sister Yi made a really beautiful dress for you." Jin Jumo said with a smile.
Talking about that dress piqued Jian Liangtong's interest. "Yeah, it's gorgeous. Gotta say Sister Yi's craftsmanship is top-notch."
"You're making me want to see it." Jin Jumo said.
"Come over then. I'm all alone at home right now." Jian Liangtong said.
