Half an hour later, Young Master Zhuo couldn't bear it any longer and finally dialed Su Ningyan's number.
However, the phone kept ringing, but no one answered.
Zhuo Junyue faintly heard the sound of the ringing phone coming from the room, and couldn't help but go in.
The ringtone became more and more prominent, Zhuo Junyue easily found her phone under the quilt.
He rubbed his temples involuntarily. No wonder she hadn't been answering his calls earlier, she didn't have the phone with her at all.
Zhuo Junyue took a deep breath, starting to regret whether he had brought this on himself?
Wasn't her coming tonight the best gesture?
Regrettably, he had even brought Ye Tong into the car, she must hate him now.
In the rental house, Su Ningyan had no issues falling asleep.
She wasn't the sort of delicate flower nurtured in a greenhouse; she was weed that could stubbornly grow even in barren land.
