"Okay." Yan Rusheng walked over and rummaged for her phone inside the bag. The phone had stopped ringing.
It was Jiang Zhuoheng.
His face fell when he saw his name—hostility and jealousy were evident in his eyes.
Why did this fellow call her so late at night?
He was still in the midst of analyzing Jiang Zhuoheng's intentions when a text came in.
"Today I was too busy and couldn't leave early. Tell Huanhuan that I'll see her tomorrow. Sleep early."
Did that mean that Wen Xuxu had called him today?
Yan Rusheng stared at the text as fury blazed in his eyes.
She didn't call him the entire day to ask if he was busy, or even to ask if he was done with work.
The sound of the flowing water stopped. Yan Rusheng placed the phone back in Xuxu's bag, and it seemed heavy so he took a look at the contents inside.
He accidentally caught a glimpse of a hidden unzipped compartment.
