Yao Qing looked up at him, "Just say it directly, do we need to go over there with such a short distance?"
Though she said that, she still stood up.
But the moment she stood, the phone on the sofa suddenly rang.
Yao Qing paused in her steps, lowered her head to look at the phone, her gaze fixed on the name displayed on the screen. She stiffened for a moment, then silently bent down to pick up the phone.
"I'll go take a call too, we can talk after I'm done with my call."
As she finished speaking, she picked up her phone and sidestepped Yanshen, heading into her own room.
As Yao Qing walked by his side, Yanshen caught a glimpse of the string of numbers through the gaps between her fingers.
A familiar number, because he had just answered a call from it.
Instinctively, he reached out to grab her elbow.
"Who's calling that you need to hide from me?"
His eyes were pitch-black and profound, as if harboring a dead sea within them.
