The phone's ring echoed in the spacious and elegantly simple bedroom. After ringing for over ten seconds, a delicate white hand reached out from under the covers.
Zhao Manying glanced at the phone screen, sat up straight, and revealed her stunning figure.
"Who is it?"
Still lying behind her, Ji Xinghuo had also woken up with half-closed eyes.
After attending Emperor Star Club's championship celebration party last night and continuing to party with Zhao Manying until almost dawn, he complained, "Calling so early in the morning, disturbing one's sweet dreams." As he spoke, a hand reached under the covers, feeling the firm elasticity.
"It's my mom," Zhao Manying replied.
Ji Xinghuo's hand instantly paused, his face showing some embarrassment, as he had been with Man Ying for more than a year and had yet to meet her mother.
Zhao Manying chuckled, casually slipping on one of Ji Xinghuo's shirts before answering the call.
"Hello, Mom."
