Qin He's brow twitched, and a shadow seemed to fall across his facial features.
Very few people knew Meng Tingxu's number, so how could there suddenly be a call from a stranger?
He reached out and hung up the call directly.
"Don't answer calls from strangers carelessly, it might be someone bad," Qin He said, his voice gentle, "Xuxu, let's pack up our things, shall I take you to Zhuyan Garden?"
Though relations between Meng Tingxu and himself were irreparably cold, she maintained regular contact with Qin Shiyu and Xin Tian.
Meng Tingxu had a soft heart, afraid that Xin Tian would worry about her matters, and had never mentioned the conflict between her and Qin He.
Qin He understood her too well. Sure enough, he saw a hint of excitement flash across Meng Tingxu's face.
Qin He curved his lips into a smile, about to continue speaking when that same number called again.
This time, before Qin He could act, Meng Tingxu said, "I should take it, just in case it's something urgent."
