Ji Qingtan's eyes welled up with tears, "Tingzhou...has our decade-long relationship really vanished just like that? I don't believe it, I can't believe it!!"
She had already lowered her stance very much.
She was pleading, hoping he would casually bring her a calligraphy painting.
"Tingzhou, no matter what, I'm still your sister-in-law, we're family." Ji Qingtan began to play the emotional card.
Fu Tingzhou frowned, seemingly unwilling to entangle further with her, "Contact Guan Yue for any matters, and let her help you."
After hanging up, Fu Tingzhou handed his phone back to Tang Xi.
Tang Xi slightly raised her eyebrows, seemingly not expecting the phone to be back in her hands again. Fu Tingzhou, the man who disliked using a phone case, his silver phone felt a bit heavy; its touch was cool, just like Fu Tingzhou's own body temperature.
He was sharing his privacy with her without any reservations. She could see all his messages, but Tang Xi didn't want to look.
