Looking rather disappointed, Fu Qingxuan shushed it and turned his head away.
Fu Qingli looked out the window from the corner of his eyes as the feeling of annoyance overflooded his senses. Closing the lid of his laptop, he leaned against the car seat for a quick shut eye.
Fu Qingxuan sent Shen Xi a message. [Fu Qingxuan: Are you there yet?]
Shen Xi received the message when she had gotten off the plane and was getting into the rental car to go to the set. She gave a brief reply. [Shen Xi: Yes.]
[Fu Qingxuan: I'm going back home.]
[Shen Xi: Oh.]
Based on those single-word replies, Fu Qingxuan could imagine his leaving did not bother nor did it matter to Shen Xi. With his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach, he tightened his grip over the phone. He was tempted to ask if there was anything else she would like to add.
Then came a double text message from Shen Xi. [Shen Xi: Take care, stay safe.]
