Ye Rui hadn't been gone long when Ji Mingqian arrived.
He had a gloomy look on his face, seemingly in a bad mood.
"Sigh—"
The sound of a sigh echoed for the nth time.
Ye Jiuliang's lips twitched as she glanced at him sideways, "Ji Mingqian, enough is enough. If you have something to say, say it, and if you have to fart, just fart."
His constant sighing was getting on her child's nerves.
Ji Mingqian propped his chin with one hand and grabbed a nut, tossing it into his mouth. He chewed with a crackling sound, "Do you think they have nothing better to do after a full meal? Just idling around, coming up with all sorts of wild ideas."
"Who?" Ye Jiuliang didn't understand who "they" were in his statement.
Ji Mingqian looked at her, "Fans."
Ye Jiuliang put on a face of eager attention, "How did the fans start having wild ideas?"
"There was a time I disbanded the fan club, and then..."
