Jiang Yuzhu was not yet stepping away from the corridor when her mobile phone began to vibrate.
She took it out of her pocket and a familiar name was displayed on the screen.
Under the light, her face appeared gentle as if enveloped in a layer of faint mist.
It was her grandmother.
How could she have forgotten that her grandmother would come tonight??
After ending the call, she turned around and returned to Song Yanghao's side, sighing lightly.
Song Yanghao saw her expression and felt somewhat uneasy, "What's wrong? Is there something going on?"
Jiang Yuzhu smiled, "Sorry, Yanghao, I'm occupied tonight, and I'm afraid I won't be able to have dinner with you. Next time, is that okay?"
A hint of disappointment flashed in Song Yanghao's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
"It's okay. Work and friends are important. I understand. Let's make plans for another time."
