Lu Jianshen rubbed his temples, feeling particularly disturbed at this moment.
Especially upon seeing her tears, his heart was filled with an indescribable bitterness.
But soon, he forced himself to forget that feeling.
When he looked at Nan Xi again, his gaze became very sharp, and his voice was icy cold, "Today was my fault, but Qinglian wouldn't call me without a reason, especially not this late. She must have something important to say."
"Nan Xi, I'm sorry, but I have to take this call today."
Nan Xi smiled.
So, every bit of persistence was just to show her that persistence was meaningless.
She blinked and suddenly felt that the man before her was extremely unfamiliar.
"Lu Jianshen, you simply must take it, right?"
Her voice suddenly calmed down, no longer hysterical, sharp, or confrontational as before.
After glancing at her, Lu Jianshen finally managed to utter one word, "Yes."
Hmph... the expected answer.
Strangely enough, hearing this word made Nan Xi even calmer.
