Lu Nanchen agreed promptly. Doing something like tugging at white hair wasn't really convenient if he did it alone.
Yu Ting accepted.
The two people maintained their embraced position. They didn't know how long Lu Nanchen had held onto this position, but then a vibration came from his chest. The cell phone in Yu Ting's pocket was ringing.
The distinct ringtone echoed in the quiet and serene room. After a moment of stunned silence, Lu Nanchen's hand finally slackened a bit.
Yu Ting pulled her phone out of her pocket.
The caller's ID read: Song Zhan.
Swipe right to answer.
As she was out of touch with news, Song Zhan found out about Yu Ting's affair quite late. At first, he hesitated to speak, then he hesitantly asked.
"Finally, have you had enough of Lu Nanchen's cold personality?"
Without waiting for Yu Ting to answer, Lu Nanchen spoke up first, each word exploding out of his mouth.
"Cold personality? Old man? Song Zhan, you're quite something…"
