A low, satisfied sigh escaped Zhang Wei as he emerged from the steam-laden embrace of the shower. The room, once a hub of activity, now stood eerily vacant, save for the enigmatic presence of Xie Meirong.
His expectant gaze swept the surroundings, the earlier allure of a potential foursome now fading like dissipating mist. A decision lingered in his thoughts—to make a call or not—ultimately settling on the latter.
Seated on the edge of the bed, Xie Meirong, with a subtle smile, extended her slender fingers to retrieve his phone. A curious expression played on Zhang Wei's face as the device glided toward him.
"??"
Confusion etched his features, met with Xie Meirong's cryptic response, "Your canary was calling you. Did you forget to feed her?"
His eyes narrowed as he examined the missed call logs, revealing a call from Xiong Mei. Dialing back, he inquired, "... You called?"
