in the living room, the tv was still on. yu jing and the other children had already gone upstairs to play.
song qincheng picked up an orange and walked to the entrance.
the door to the bungalow was left ajar. she changed her shoes and went out to see yu tingchuan talking on the phone outside. his back was facing the door, his back tall and straight, and one hand was in his pocket.
there were plants and flowers on both sides of the steps, and song qincheng could smell the faint scent of osmanthus.
she didn't make a sound and didn't want to disturb the man on the phone.
yu tingchuan quickly sensed something. he turned around and briefly explained to the person on the other end of the phone, then ended the call and asked song qincheng, " "why did you come out?"
"it's a little stuffy inside." "i'm out for some heat," song qincheng came up with a random excuse.
hearing this, yu tingchuan didn't reply. his gaze fell on the orange in her hand.
