After finishing the meal, Lin Yue sprawled on the couch, lazily unmoving, rubbing her belly incessantly, and sighed deeply in her heart. It was all Zhuo Xiangqiao's fault for being such a good cook; she had accidentally eaten too much.
As she was grumbling to herself, her phone by her side started ringing. She reached toward the sound, pulled out the phone, but discovered it was Zhuo Xiangqiao's, and the caller had already hung up.
Lin Yue got up and walked to the kitchen, shouting to Zhuo Xiangqiao, who was washing dishes, "Someone just called you, but it seems like they hung up," while waving the phone in her hand.
Zhuo Xiangqiao placed the clean dish on the rack, grabbed a towel to dry his hands, and took the phone from Lin Yue. After checking the phone, he stuffed it back into his pocket.
"Weren't you going to meet up with Cenhuan? When do you plan to leave? I can drive you there," he said.
