The atmosphere was on the verge of becoming harmonious.
The sound of Ning Hanying's mobile phone disrupted the calm.
Ning Hanying picked up her phone, and under the varied gazes of everyone, she saw the caller ID on the screen.
Zhao Chen, her ex-fiancé.
Zhou Moxing, sitting so close, obviously saw it, too.
He looked at Ning Hanying impassively, his voice revealing not a ripple of emotion, calm to the core, "Why not answer? He might need to discuss something important with you. Better to take the call."
Neither Mother Ning nor Mr. Ning were fools; within Zhou Moxing's tone, they guessed much of it.
Mr. Ning gave a light cough, his voice carrying an air of authority, "Hanying, some things, once they're over, should be left behind. Don't bring them up again. Do you understand what Dad means?"
Ning Hanying understood.
Yet the ringtone persevered, insistent in its sound.
In her heart, Ning Hanying felt guilty toward Zhao Chen.
