Not at home?
Xu Jiamu furrowed his brows, pulled out his phone, then called Song Xiangsi. When the call just went through, he heard the faint ringing of someone's phone behind. He turned around, pushed open the living room door, and immediately put his phone away. He rushed over to Song Xiangsi and asked, "Where did you go?"
Song Xiangsi didn't look too good. Her hair was draped loosely in a mess bun. When she heard his voice, she raised her head, shot him a glance, and let her head fall down again to change into her slippers.
Xu Jiamu spoke again. "I booked a table at the China World Hotel. Don't change your shoes, let's go straight there to eat."
It was like Song Xiangsi hadn't hear him at all. Without warning, she walked over to the dining room, poured herself a cup of water, and started to take a drink.
After being ignored twice, Xu Jiamu furrowed his brows again. "What's wrong? You're in a bad mood?"
