How wonderful her brother is, how outstanding and gentle, why is Ji Lanxi’s fault finally punished Ji Qianbo.
Ji Lanxi said she hated her, but Jian Sangyu smiled.
In this world, Ji Lanxi is not the only one who hates others.
She can do it, too.
Every time I hear my parents sigh for Ji Lanxi, frowning with worry.
Every time, I saw Ji Qianbo walking slowly with a cane, regardless of the strange eyes of others.
Jian Sangyu is also complaining about Ji Lanxi.
Ji Lanxi has everything she has dreamed of since she was a child, but why doesn’t Ji Lanxi know how to cherish it?
“Ji Lanxi, when can you let your parents worry less about you? I really want to thank you. People you don’t feel sorry for, but I feel sorry for you.”
“We are five years old, we can’t grow up yet, fifteen years old, or we can’t grow up yet. Don’t be twenty-five, thirty-five, forty-five, and fifty-five years old, why? Are you planning to bring your maturity and steadiness to your coffin and treasure it forever?”
Jian Sangyu asked sarcastically, “Are you so reluctant to take out your politeness and sensibility?”
After saying that, Jian Sangyu hung up her phone directly, ending this inexplicable call.
Anyone who knows Jian Sangyu knows that Jian Sangyu is really a very soft-tempered person.
She rarely loses her temper with anyone.
However, in the face of Ji Lanxi’s unreasonableness, Jian Sangyu’s temper is still at a loss.
Jian Sangyu has never been very accustomed to others, but she really provoked her. When Jian Sangyu attacks others, every word is as sharp as a knife.
After hanging up the phone, Jian Sangyu called Ji Qianbo.
But no one answered, Jian Sangyu guessed that Ji Qianbo should be busy, so she didn’t continue to fight.
Time flies and it is actually the 20th. In the winter in Kyoto, it is so cold that Jian Sangyu shives as soon as she goes out.