It wasn't until Lu Nancheng suddenly looked up beside her, "Why aren't you answering your phone?"
Ran Tong pursed her lips and took out her phone again.
It was still Xi Jiayu who had sent several messages:
"Tongtong, are you really not brave enough to meet me?"
"I just really have something to ask you."
"If you don't come, I'll just go and tell the old Lu Patriarch that Xiaoqian is not Lu Nancheng's son at all!"
Upon reading the last message, her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Two seconds later, she stood up, "Excuse me, I'll step out to take a call."
Lu Nancheng's expression didn't change, but he reminded her, "It's cold outside, wear your coat."
"Okay."
**
The Lu Family's residence was a traditional quadrangle courtyard. Even if the heating inside was warm, stepping outside, even in a thick cashmere coat, couldn't ward off the chill to the bone.
Ran Tong followed the path toward the inside of the courtyard.
