Su Mu has become extremely sensitive to phone calls. She always subconsciously associates them with Qiqi—could it be news about Qiqi? Could Qiqi already be home? But she knows that such expectations are practically a miracle.
Even though the chances are slim, Su Mu hasn't given up. It wasn't until she saw Fu Shinian pick up his phone and furrow his brow slightly at the name on the screen that Su Mu asked:
"Who is it?"
"The old lady."
Su Mu tiredly leaned back against the chair: "Let's not tell her for now. Grandma's health isn't good."
"I'm afraid it won't stay hidden for long."
"As long as we can hold off, let's hold off." Su Mu gazed out the window. "Maybe Qiqi will come back tomorrow."
Fu Shinian glanced at her deeply and pressed the answer button.
Honestly, the moment he hung up the phone, he couldn't even remember what he had just said to the old lady. His responses seemed mechanical yet strangely seamless. Either way, Fu Shinian felt like none of it mattered right now.
