Qiao Anhao and Xu Jiamu's footsteps stopped at the same time.
Xu Jiamu smiled and he asked, "Bro, what's wrong?"
Lu Jinnian's expression ran cold and he looked away when he saw Xu Jiamu's hands on Qiao Anhao's shoulders. He handed him the house phone and said in lonely and cold voice, "You've got a call."
Xu Jiamu pulled his arms from Qiao Anhao's shoulders and took the phone. He glanced at the caller id, raised his hand, and rubbed his nose. He picked up the call, and cried, "Ma... I'm fine... I was just bored like crazy at home. Qiao Qiao is with me..."
Xu Jiamu passed Qiao Anhao the phone, shrugged with a helpless expression, and said, "Mrs. Han would like to speak with you."
As Qiao Anhao took the phone, Xu Jiamu pointed at the soup he was cooking in the kitchen and walked over to it.
Qiao Anhao put the phone to her ear and said, "Aunt Xu."
"Qiao Qiao, you're back from France?"
