He stopped typing and stared at the message from Song Qingchun. Then, his brows creased into a light frown.
She asked why he was not yet home, not if he had returned home.
Still not home… how did she know I'm still not home? She's there?
Su Zhinian's frown deepened and deleted the message he was typing. He thought it about and abandoned the messaging altogether. Instead, he gave Song Qingchun a call.
The phone rang twice before it was picked up. Song Qingchun's dulcet tone then drifted through. "Hello?"
Su Zhinian didn't say anything but focused on the situation on Song Qingchun's end.
"Why aren't you talking?" Song Qingchun asked after she waited for him to speak for a few seconds.
