Ultimately, he put down his phone anyway. Earlier at noon, the two had a most unpleasant quarrel, and he had even stormed out slamming the door behind him. Making a call now might just irritate him even more.
The spot beside her was chillingly empty. Though she had always known she shouldn't fall for this relationship, Song Qiao still felt that she had unknowingly fallen in love with this man.
With this thought, Song Qiao abruptly sat up from her lying position, rubbed her hair irritably, and turned to gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling window, hugging her knees and spacing out.
She didn't know how long she had been lost in thought—perhaps a few minutes, or maybe just over ten. Just as she was getting drowsy, the sound of a car engine reached her ears from outside.
Lu Jingchen... had returned.
