DAVM Chapter 109.2

Ji Zhile then handed the box to her and ran away.

Ran Ying sat down, looked at Si Tian several times, and said, “You have changed a lot compared to before.”

Si Tian said casually: “Yeah, how can having money be the same as not having money?”

Ran Ying pondered and slapped the table.

Si Tian was taken aback.

Ran Ying smiled and said, “What you said makes sense.”

Si Tian felt that this side of Ran Ying and Jiang Ranyang were really similar. They were indeed mother and son.

Ran Ying also relaxed now and said, “I haven’t thanked you yet. Thanks to your suggestion, Jiang Ranyang is now willing to talk to me more about what’s on his mind.”

Si Tian didn’t take credit for it: “No matter what, it’s because of you, Sister Ran Ying, who implemented it well.”

Ran Ying: “It’s no wonder that both of your children are taught so well. Si Tian, have you learned it specifically?”

Si Tian was slightly embarrassed: “No.”

Ran Ying said: “Don’t be so modest. I still want to learn more from you in this regard.”

Si Tian was embarrassed: “Sister Ran Ying, you are joking.”

Si Tian thought to herself that she really didn’t have any. She relied on her two children to teach themselves. To be precise, Ji Ningyi taught himself and then taught Ji Zhile.

Thinking of this, she picked up her chopsticks and gave Ji Ningyi a meatball.

Ji Ningyi turned his head to one side, curled his lips, and smiled: “Thank you, Mom.”

Si Tian reached out and touched his head: “Eat more if you like it.”

There was a lot of tenderness between mother and son. Ran Ying was very moved when she saw it and thought that it was very good and practical. She could try it with Jiang Ranyang when she got home.

Although it was being broadcast live now, there were no close-ups. The audience could only see what they were doing, but they were completely unaware of the content of the conversation between them.

In the camera, it was Ran Ying who took the initiative to come to Si Tian, which showed that the two of them had a good relationship.

So, Ran Ying took the initiative to propose: “Let’s add WeChat.”

Si Tian agreed, and when she was about to scan the code, Ran Ying said, “Wait a minute, I’ll take you out of the blacklist first.”

Si Tian showed an embarrassed yet polite smile. After waiting for tens of seconds, Ran Ying said, “That’s all right now. There are too many people on the blacklist. It took me a while to look for it.”

After adding it, Ran Ying asked: “Have you changed your WeChat?”

Si Tian was not sure either: “Yes.”

Ran Ying said: “Then change the phone number too, leave another number.”

After Si Tian dialed the number, Ran Ying saved it. Si Tian suddenly asked: “Sister Ran Ying, have you blacklisted my previous phone number? Can you show it to me?”

Ran Ying didn’t realize that Si Tian had such a hobby, but she opened it as she was told. There were quite a few people on Ran Ying’s blacklist. When scrolling, Si Tian saw a string of numbers in an unfamiliar arrangement, but her heart moved: “That’s it.”

Ran Ying obviously didn’t remember either: “With your new account, these can be deleted.”

The string of numbers was erased, but Si Tian remembered it in her heart. She recited it silently without any lag.

Ran Ying sat down next to her. Si Tian raised her head and saw the opposite side.

Ji Zhile was sitting next to Jiang Ranyang and eating, not knowing how he coaxed Jiang Ranyang, but Jiang Ranyang was actually peeling shrimp with disposable gloves. Then, he put the shrimp tails in Ji Zhile’s bowl with a completely willing expression.

Si Tian’s heart, which was still a little messy, suddenly calmed down. She said why Ji Zhile was so sensible just now, it turned out that he had such a plan.

Ran Ying was also puzzled when she saw it: “Why haven’t I seen Jiang Ranyang treat me like this at home?”

Jiang Ranyang not only helped Ji Zhile peel the shrimp, but also helped Ji Zhile pick up the vegetables. If Ji Zhile could not pick up the food from a distance, Jiang Ranyang walked over with the bowl, picked up the dishes, and then sent them back to Ji Zhile.

He leaned over and asked, “Zhile, I treat you well.”

Ji Zhile hummed: “It’s okay.”

“Then, can you call me brother?”

 

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Translator’s Comment:

Oh… Ranyang is so persistent!

 

 

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