*Ding Ding Ding*
*Ding Ding Ding!*
"Oh my God Mingshen, what is it?" Jia asked, incredulous.
"Spicy it's time for my London flight but I am already missing you," Mingshen sniffled. "Look, it's still not too late. I will book your ticket right away!"
"You are not going alone. You have company."
He gasped. "Company that I did not ask for! I want your company!"
Her brow twitched. To her, Mingshen sounded like a five year old kid who couldn't go without his mother.
"You will be fine."
"I won't be."
"Should I call Mrs. Yang?"
"She will be happy to book your ticket," he beamed.
Yeah, let's not go there…
She shook her head. "Don't be like this. This is a good chance for you to talk to Miss. Xie and her games. Isn't she going there for a game fest too?"
"But-"
"No buts."
"You will miss me."
"I will try not to."
"I am feeling you will really miss me very much."
She tilted her head. "Hmm, well maybe what I will miss the most are your home cooked meals."
