"Go ahead." He turned back and flashed a dashing smile at Qianxue, just as he was about to open the car door, his phone rang from his pocket. A frown creased his brow; he was somewhat annoyed by the work call at this moment.
He took out his phone, and upon seeing the caller ID, the frown deepened. "What is it?" he answered, his voice filled with endless fatigue and huskiness. His gaze remained fixated on Qianxue, who was not far away, watching as she turned around and walked toward the store with a slight limp.
"Huai'an, what did my father say to you last night?" Lingyu's voice probed, carrying a trace of melancholy.
Qianxue, who was heading toward the store entrance, suddenly stumbled and fell forward. Her foot, it just couldn't bear her weight any longer, and it hurt terribly.
