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Qiao Chutian waited for Mai Xiaomai to end the call, then put away his phone and re-entered the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
Inside, Lin Na noticed he was about to come in and quickly straightened up, reverting to her dignified and ladylike demeanor.
Qiao Chutian sat down.
"Chutian, whose call was so important?"
Lin Na observed a slight easing of Qiao Chutian's facial expression and that he seemed to be in a somewhat better mood, so she couldn't help but ask.
Qiao Chutian didn't answer, but just looked at her with a cool lift of his phoenix eyes.
The implication was that she seemed to be prying too much, interfering with his concerns.
Seeing this reaction, Lin Na refrained from asking any further.
But her heart was filled with frustration!
She always felt that Qiao Chutian's demeanor was a bit off, his eyes carried a touch of warmth, not resembling someone discussing business.
Could he have been on the phone with Mai Xiaomai?
