Just as Jing Haohao finished speaking, she heard the door softly being pushed open. Jing Haohao turned her head slightly to see Shen Liangnian come in, his hands full of bags.
Jing Haohao's face cooled slightly, but she continued to chat gently with Liang Chen on the phone.
She heard someone on the other end asking Liang Chen about something and seized the opportunity to end the call.
Shen Liangnian's gaze fell on the phone Jing Haohao had left on the sofa. He asked, "Was that Liang Chen?"
As he asked this, he found his mouth pooling with a sour bitterness.
Jing Haohao made no attempt to hide it, simply nodding. Then, she asked Shen Liangnian to leave, "Shen Liangnian, I don't think it's appropriate for you to be here in my house."
Shen Liangnian pursed his lips, placing the food he'd bought on the coffee table, then took out a bottle of red oil and handed it to Jing Haohao, saying, "Rub this on your ankle - cold compress first, then hot after twenty-four hours."
