Hearing footsteps, Yan Jingting turned his head to look at her and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Let's just leave it at that for now, hanging up."
After he hung up the phone, Chu Zhiyi finally spoke, "Didn't you say you were leaving today?"
"Yeah," Yan Jingting said, as he maneuvered his wheelchair toward the nearby dining table, "I'll leave after breakfast."
Chu Zhiyi followed him there.
Neither of them mentioned what happened last night, as if it never happened at all.
Chu Zhiyi shamelessly joined him for the meal.
She had been too preoccupied with drinking the previous night and hardly ate anything, so now she was really hungry.
She had barely started eating when her phone began to ring.
She glanced at the caller ID and directly hung up.
Shortly thereafter, her phone rang again, persistent.
Chu Zhiyi's brow furrowed slightly.
"Chu Heng?"
"Yes."
Yan Jingting's expression was as usual, "Answer it."
