Li Qiao wiped the sweat off her forehead, licked her dry lips, and murmured lowly, "I'm listening, I'll contact Mom."
Zong Yue turned around and clamped the phone between her shoulder, while opening the gift box and replying, "That's good, don't forget it. I think Mom is quite worried about you, she seemed to have cried…"
Li Qiao's breath was unsteady, yet she still forced herself to answer, "Mhm, I won't forget."
At this point, the conversation should have ended and the call finished.
However, just as Li Qiao was about to press the end call button, Zong Yue asked with a smile, "Qiaoqiao, the dog you're raising, is it a large breed or a small one? I like Alaskan dogs, I really want to raise one…"
Li Qiao really wanted to say that the breed in front of her is called Master Yan.
