Feng Zichen curled his lips, picked up his phone, and was about to say a few more words to Mu Yingying when he suddenly heard a strangely toned question coming from the other side—
"Where did she go?"
"Ah?" Feng Zichen didn't react immediately.
"Chu Liangxia." Mu Yingying spat out these words stiffly.
"Oh, her..." Feng Zichen hesitated, intending to make up an excuse for Chu Liangxia but couldn't think of anything plausible for her "being out for two or three days," so after a moment of silence, he squeezed out, "I don't know, but brother probably does."
"Probably?" Mu Yingying echoed the two less-than-convincing words.
"Definitely knows," Feng Zichen quickly corrected himself, then followed up with, "Mom, you don't need to worry."
"Hmm."
Mu Yingying answered absent-mindedly.
...
Outside, the sunlight was splendid, the fresh green buds stretching out on the trees along the street, creating a scene full of vitality.
