Mu Shaochen looked at Qin Wan with focus and gentleness in his eyes.
His long fingers caressed the cup, "What is it?"
No sooner had he spoken than his cell phone rang inappropriately.
The words Qin Wan had on the tip of her tongue were interrupted by the ringtone.
She said lightly, "You should take the call first."
The call was from Su Zhicheng.
Mu Shaochen's attractive eyebrows furrowed slightly as he hung up and said to Qin Wan, "You can talk now."
Qin Wan looked down and averted her gaze from his.
Holding the cup with both hands, she said, "Three years ago, when I left..."
Just as she began to speak, Mu Shaochen's phone rang urgently again.
"You'd better answer it."
Qin Wan picked up her cup to drink some water.
Mu Shaochen looked indifferently at the incoming call display from Su Zhicheng, knowing if he didn't answer, the calls would probably keep coming.
His long finger pressed the answer button, and he spoke with a cool voice, "What's up?"
