Pei Jingchuan's expression still maintained a calm determination, his gaze deep as though weighing how to respond.
The voice on the other end of the phone continued, Pei Jingchuan's mother's voice now joining the conversation, "Jingchuan, you must come back for dinner tonight; Qingning will also be there, invited by your grandmother herself."
These words clearly exerted a certain pressure on Pei Jingchuan. His brow furrowed slightly, betraying a hint of displeasure.
Jiang Yuzhu gripped Pei Jingchuan's hand tightly, her eyes filled with support as if silently telling him that no matter what happened, she would be by his side.
Pei Jingchuan's voice rose coolly, sounding exceptionally clear in the car, "I understand." His tone lacked much fluctuation of emotion but revealed a hidden firmness.
The voice on the phone seemed to want to say something more, but Pei Jingchuan did not give them the chance to continue.
