Chi Zhuan turned around and immediately saw the man standing in front of her.
He looked down at her indifferently, one hand holding a cell phone, the other tucked into his pocket, his deep voice was unexpectedly gentle compared to the coldness in his eyes, "Tangtang."
"..."
"Yeah, it's nothing important, I just suddenly wanted to say a few words to you."
"..."
"Alright, I understand, call me if you need anything."
"..."
"Bye."
After a brief conversation so simple and superficial it lacked any substance, Mo Shiqian ended the call and disconnected the conversation.
In the end, he curved his lips into something resembling a smile, but without any mirth, "I'm curious, Huanhuan... why didn't you kick up a fuss just now? She might have heard you."
"Perhaps you would've hung up immediately, even if she did hear... A woman ranting for a moment in your ear is not something that's difficult to explain."
The man nodded, as if in agreement with her statement.
