"Meet me at the equipment room at eight tonight after I get off work."
Li Lingling read this simple sentence and immediately deleted it. Zhao Xiaoming didn't notice a thing. She casually added,
"Wang Ping has asked me out for dinner tonight, which works out since I'll be free after my evening class."
Zhao Xiaoming felt awkward about that little incident he saw on Li Lingling's phone earlier, and since they were in the midst of a quarrel, he didn't want to say anything harsh, "Okay, come back early tonight."
That night, after Li Lingling got back to her dorm, she quickly changed her clothes. She had already told her husband about it, so Zhao Xiaoming shouldn't suspect anything.
Looking at Zhao Xiaoming sitting on the sofa, she said, "Honey, I'm a bit hungry, so I'll hurry out."
