Unlike Song Yifei, the girl in the photo has a bright smile on her face, like a sunflower facing the sun.
They are not the same person.
Su Ping gripped the photo tightly, her gaze finally settling on the boy in the wheelchair in the center of the picture.
For some reason, the way he looked at the camera made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Just as she was about to get a better look, she suddenly heard her phone ring.
During this time, in order to allow her to play the role of girlfriend without distraction, Shen Jiayu made an agreement with her to leave her old phone with him and give her a new phone instead.
The phone rang right from the other side of the bed.
Why is Shen Jiayu calling her at this time? Is there something he needs?
Without hesitation, Su Ping put the photo frame back on the table and walked over there.
I lifted the covers and saw my phone on the bed.
Caller ID —
Su Ping looked at the nickname Shen Jiayu had given her on her phone screen and twitched her lips.
Does he have some kind of fetish? Why does he call himself "brother" in his contacts?
If it weren't for the fact that he gave her this phone, she would have thought that her father had given birth to an older brother for her.
After the call connected, Shen Jiayu's voice came through: "I have something to do. You should rest for a while. I'll call you down for dinner later."
Whether it was because of an unpleasant conversation with Mr. Shen in the study or something else, his voice sounded somewhat muffled, making it rather unpleasant to listen to.
She responded, and could still faintly hear her father's voice on the other end of the phone: "Your mother and I hope you find a girlfriend, but not just any woman can enter the Shen family..."
She didn't hear the rest of what he said before Shen Jiayu hung up the phone.
Su Ping casually tossed her phone onto the bed and kicked the floor out of boredom.
Fortunately, she didn't like Shen Jiayu, otherwise she would have been heartbroken to hear such words.
She walked over to the bookshelf, thinking she'd pick up a magazine to read and pass the time.
But just looking at the titles and covers of those magazines and books made her sleepy.
Forget it, let's check out some entertainment gossip instead.
Su Ping yawned, went back to bed, picked up her phone again, and opened Weibo to take a look.
You wouldn't believe it until you look, and you actually see a melon!
I don't know if big data was monitoring her phone, but she actually saw Tu Hengchuan's tabloid news.
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