The atmosphere became stagnant.
On the other end of the phone, Xiang Yi had become silent for a few seconds before she hung up.
Xiang Feng anxiously scolded. "Xiang Xiaoqi, how can you speak to your sister like that?! Do you know how happy your sister was when she heard you were back in China..."
"Happy?" Xiang Qi raised his hand to brush his sparse long hairs from his face, revealing a set of handsome but gloomy eyebrows. "Can't wait to make a joke out of me?"
Xiang Feng didn't know what to say. "..."
Thinking of the absurd things Xiang Yi had done in the past year, Xiang Feng couldn't say anything derogatory to him.
Xiang Qi was a famous fashion designer. He debuted at a young age and stepped on the runway at Fashion week by designing pieces for other fashion houses. However, he has always wanted to prepare his own personal show.