Feng Ling: "…I was slightly dazed from the sleep. I didn't hear you well."
"…"
As expected of Feng Ling. All of the other women acted as though they wished they could replay every single one of his words to search for any signs of emotions. She, on the other hand, was truly the model representation of being heartless.
Li Nanheng glanced at the side and noticed the food court they had visited previously. He recalled that Feng Ling had enjoyed the noodles there and even said it had become her preference in this country. He decisively drove the car back and spoke into the phone: "All right. Wash your face and get your spirits up. Prepare to welcome your husband home."
Feng Ling: "…??? What husband? I don't have a husband."
However, the man had already hung up the phone. He alighted the car and headed for the crowded food court.
