Ji Sifan shivered instinctively, and for so reason, hearing Ji Sifan’s words sent a chill down his spine.
He shook his head unconsciously and laughed bitterly, "Forget it, you stay here with Song Qiao, I’ll go upstairs to keep that little girl company." After speaking, he turned and walked off.
Ji Sifan had a bit of a shadow when it ca to Chu Munan. Although sotis their relationship seed decent because of Song Qiao, in reality, Ji Sifan had been set up by Chu Munan before.
It was a story filled with heartache and bitter tears.
Watching Ji Sifan’s departing figure, Chu Munan shifted his gaze and sensed that Song Qiao in the front passenger seat seed to be waking up.
Turning his head, sure enough, Song Qiao was already drowsily opening her eyes, looking bewildered at that mont.
Chu Munan stared at him and a faint smile appeared at his lips, his eyes showing a gentle expression, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "Awake?"
Perhaps because she had slept sitting up, Song Qiao felt her head was a bit dizzy. Hearing Chu Munan’s voice, she instinctively turned to glance at him, forcing a smile, "Hmm, I think I just heard Ji Sifan’s voice. Was I hallucinating?"
Chu Munan leaned over and helped her unbuckle her seatbelt, "You weren’t hallucinating, he also returned ho, and Huanhuan ca along with him."
Song Qiao’s eyes widened, still sowhat incredulous, "Are you telling Huanhuan ca back too?"
Wasn’t she supposed to be in Paris?
Chu Munan looked up at her, "Ji Sifan brought her back. He originally wanted to surprise you."
Song Qiao suddenly felt unsettled.
That Ji Sifan actually brought Song Nianhuan back without telling .
How could she stay calm?
Song Qiao imdiately pushed the door open and got out of the car. Chu Munan followed suit, his hand holding Song Qiao’s phone.
Song Qiao raised her head to scan the neighborhood, realizing she was in a place she didn’t recognize, then turned to Chu Munan and asked, "Is Ji Sifan living here?"
The man nodded, replying affirmatively.
"Which floor and apartnt does he live in?"
"Just this building next door, eighth floor."
Song Qiao turned and walked swiftly toward the stairway.
Chu Munan watched her rush off with a hint of anger, and couldn’t help but laugh, suddenly considering whether to offer Ji Sifan a mont of silence.
After standing still for a dozen seconds, he imdiately followed Song Qiao.
...
Ji Sifan hadn’t been ho for long when the doorbell rang. He glanced toward the door and couldn’t help but frown. Could it be that guy Chu Munan left Song Qiao downstairs and ca up first?
His seat hadn’t even ward up yet, and that man ca right after him. Was he deliberately trying to annoy him?
But regardless of his displeasure, upon turning his head and eting Song Nianhuan’s clear eyes, he imdiately said, "Maybe your godfather is back. I’ll open the door and see if your godfather ca up with your mom. You mustn’t cry again."
Song Nianhuan nodded obediently. She had cried for so long earlier that her beautiful eyes looked teary and pitiful.
He walked barefoot to the door without checking through the peephole, and as soon as he opened it, before he could react, Ji Sifan felt a figure flash past him, then felt a fist hit his body—not very painful, but it left him stunned.
Just as he prepared to curse whoever was so rude, he heard Song Qiao’s disgruntled voice.
"Ji Sifan, you bastard, who told you to bring my daughter here without a word?"
Ji Sifan looked carefully and sure enough, it was Song Qiao. Originally intending to retaliate, he dared not actually fight back, raising his hand to grab the hand hitting him, speaking, "Song Qiao, you really—do you have to beat the mont we et?"
Song Qiao glared at him, "You brought my daughter back to An City without a word, and you expect not to hit you?"
Ji Sifan felt sowhat guilty upon hearing this.
Song Nianhuan heard Song Qiao’s voice and imdiately jumped off the sofa, then ca out.
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