"Uh, yeah."

"Then ..." Mother Ji hesitated, "Is Zhi Yu's illness okay?"

"Zhi Yu ... her ah, nothing serious, just get well on the line, you don't worry." He Jingrong smiled, his tone was calm, and just now on Ji Huaizhi's side was not a picture at all.

"Really? That's good, I was afraid that she had some big problem, now it's good that she's fine, come on, drink tea drink tea." Ji mother smiled, as if the words just now seemed like a casual question.

He Jingrong ...