Chi Huan stood up.
Mo Shiqian's vision and thoughts had become clear once more. He glanced at her but didn't linger, reached for his phone, and answered the call. His tone was very light and didn't seem too peculiar, "What's up."
"Shiqian, aren't you coming home yet? It's so late."
"Mm, I will go back after dinner."
Liang Manyue hesitated for a few seconds before she asked, "Are you... with Chi Huan right now?"
The man did not make a sound.
On the other end, Liang Manyue grew inexplicably hesitant due to his silence and then, obviously adding legs to the snake, explained, "I... I saw you went out almost at eleven and you weren't dressed very formally, so I guessed it wasn't for business..."
"Mm."
A simple word, casually spoken even without frankness to speak of, as if she had just asked him whether he had dinner and not whether a married man was with another woman.
"You still can't forget her..."
