Lu Jingchen glanced back at Bo Leshen, who was getting closer, a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, yet he still started the car.
Bo Leshen watched Lu Jingchen's car and couldn't help but quicken his pace. However, in the end, the car was faster. Watching it gradually drive out of sight, he felt powerless, his eyes darkening as he took out his phone and dialed that most familiar number.
Sitting in the car, still wiping her tears and blowing her nose, Jian Xia heard her phone ringing. Her movements paused, knowing without thinking who would be calling.
Upon checking her phone, although there was no contact name—today, in her anger, she had deleted it from her contacts—the familiar number she knew by heart clearly told her it was that man calling.
For a moment, she was torn between answering and not answering, her fingers idly stroking the edge of the phone, motionless.
