After Xu Jiamu finished massaging Song Xiangsi’s feet, he covered them with her shoes. "Is it better?"
His question snapped her back to reality. She hurriedly lowered her eyes to conceal the moisture within them and nodded lightly, while taking in a large mouthful of yogurt.
The corridor was silent for a time. After a seemingly long while, Xu Jiamu's phone rang, piercing through the calm air.
He reached for his phone. When he saw the name on the screen, he suddenly remembered that he had a dinner with Yang Sisi. He walked a distance away before picking up the call.
Even though he deliberately lowered his voice, Song Xiangsi could still make out the words.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to inform you that something urgent came up. ... Where are you now? I'll get someone to send you home. ... Sure, mmh, no problem. I will definitely give you an apology, rest well."
