"I am sorry. I should have thought about that earlier."
"Absolutely not. You just need to come the day after tomorrow to the service. I would like you there," Uncle Bai said.
"Of course. Of course, I will come," she spoke quickly. "I… I will pick you up from home. Is that okay?"
"Thank you, Qian Meng," he whispered. "It's getting late in the night. Time for the old man to go to sleep. I will speak to you later. See you."
The greeting was polite and the phone was hung up. Qian Meng felt herself stare at the television blankly. It was only when the bathroom door shut that she came back to the present.
"What is wrong with you?" Mo Qingchen asked. Qian Meng turned her head slowly and watched as he dried his hair with the towel.
She shook her head. Her phone was still clutched in her hand and Mo Qingchen's eyes flickered to it.
"Is there a problem at work? Do you want me to drive you to the office?" he asked carefully.
