"Alright."
After the other party replied, Charles hung up the phone.
He put the cell phone aside, his body slowly leaning back, against the broad, comfortable backrest of the chair, squinting his deep blue eyes.
"Ji Chicheng."
Musing to himself, he then reached out to pull open a drawer and took out a photograph. The woman in the picture, with a slight smile, was radiantly captivating.
His slender fingers gently traced the woman's curved lips, while in his sharp and profound gaze lay an endless yearning.
Just moments ago, the sun had been hanging high in the sky, but now it was obscured by dark clouds. There was an area in the western sky that was unusually bright.
Having stood in the doorway for a while, Beige turned and entered the room, approaching Ji Chicheng, who was watching television with Fenfen. She pondered for a moment, and then cautiously expressed her concern, "Boss... it's going to rain outside."
