Liang Chen, who had barely managed to calm his body, once again felt an unbearable like-it-would-explode discomfort.
In the afternoon, he was already considering leaving Shanghai, but now, he felt like he couldn't stay in Shanghai for another moment.
Liang Chen gulped heavily, and once again threw his phone aside.
...
Jing Haohao waited on her phone for a while but didn't get a response from Liang Chen. Eventually, she couldn't help but make a call to him.
After a long while, her call was picked up. Liang Chen's voice came through, hoarse and deep, bearing a bizarrely ambiguous tone. "Hm?"
Jing Haohao's face inexplicably reddened. She held her phone and after a pause, she finally spoke. "Why didn't you reply to my text message?"
Jing Haohao not mentioning the text messages was fine, but as soon as she mentioned them, those two provocative pictures immediately jumped into Liang Chen's mind. He gulped quietly then told Jing Haohao, "I was just in the bathroom."
