Zuo Aiai didn't look at his phone, aware of his special status. Many things shouldn't be revealed to an outsider, and she was not the kind of girl driven by curiosity.
But seeing the expression on his face, she felt something amiss. It seemed to be more than just work matters.
A woman's sixth sense could occasionally be as sharp as a divine mathematician.
Ji Nanfeng quietly switched off his phone.
She glanced at him, said nothing, and silently supported him as they sat down by the bed.
"I'll go brush my teeth first," she said, turning towards the bathroom.
As she stepped into the bathroom, his phone rang again. She didn't stop but continued into the bathroom.
Ji Nanfeng answered the call: "What is it?"
"I'm busy."
"No time."
"The elders at home will naturally arrange these matters."
"Not necessary...hang up."
Ji Nanfeng's voice, cold from start to finish, promptly ended the conversation. He looked towards the bathroom.
