He Xiyan didn't know who was on the other end of the line but she heard Jiahang apologize twice before he finally said, "Alright," and hung up the phone.
"Who was that, Jiahang?" He Xiyan couldn't help but ask. She usually wouldn't take such an interest in his phone calls but his repeated apologies made her curious to know who he had been speaking to.
Chen Jiahang turned around and there was a trace of annoyance in his expression. He pursed his lips and looked a little conflicted. Then, he finally walked up to the vanity table and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Yan Yan, I'm going to meet a friend. He was used to be my comrade in the military and he has come by Ming City to visit," he said.
Oh…
He Xiyan's eyes suddenly widened. She didn't respond but her clear eyes kept blinking up at him.
She wondered what kind of comrade would come all the way to visit him without stepping foot into their house.
