Ye Wangchuan watched them hurry away and ordered a glass of lemonade for the girl. He replaced the half-empty glass in front of her and asked her softly, "Are you angry?"
"I don't think so." Qiao Nian silently picked up her cup and took a sip of water. Then, she slowly put it down. Her jawline was smooth and valiant, and her tone was quite soothing. "I'm used to it."
Ye Wangchuan paused and turned to look at her. His heart suddenly ached.
The girl's cell phone rang before he could speak.
Qiao Nian picked it up and saw that it was a call from Jiang Zongnan. She didn't answer the call immediately. She looked at it for a few seconds before answering.
But her voice was not affectionate or intimate. "Hey."
It was unknown what the person on the other end of the line said, but Qiao Nian glanced at the road and the parasol trees planted on both sides of the road.
