He Qianhui hung up the phone and tossed her cellphone aside; she wanted to immerse herself fully in the joy that was to come.
However, Zhang Hao had different thoughts, his gaze fixated on the now dark screen of the phone.
Bent over with her hands propping herself up on the bed, He Qianhui noticed that Zhang Hao hadn't moved, so she reluctantly looked back at him.
She saw his eyes staring intently, as if he had lost his soul.
Following his gaze, He Qianhui realized what was going on. She turned her body around and sat down on the soft bed with a thump.
"Hao, how come you've become so timid, scared stiff by a single phone call?"
Having experienced what had happened after work today, He Qianhui made a decision in a very short time.
The barefoot are not afraid of those with shoes.
If Liu Gang dared to spill her secrets, then she would reveal his shortcomings as well.
