At the bustling street corner, in front of the public phone booth, Qianning gently placed the handset back on the cradle. The phone immediately announced the cost of the call.
That evening, she suddenly felt lonely and stifling in that house and, feeling hungry, wanted something to eat. For a pregnant woman, a late-night snack was perfectly normal. Only when she left did she remember she hadn't brought her mobile phone. The cool breeze of the night, under the neon-lit streets, made everything seem so beautiful to her.
She wanted to share this joy with Beigong Cang. She knew that Beigong Cang was busy and might not have time for her, but she still wanted to try calling his mobile phone.
The call went through, but the voice on the other end was Ying Luoxue's. While Qianning was still stunned, she heard the phrase "hotel service" from the receiver. Were Ying Luoxue and Beigong Cang in a hotel… booking a room?
