Beijing, old Fu residence…
Fu Chen walked out of the house with his phone. The frosty wind swept up the fine snowflakes, and the air was so cold that it seeped into his bones. He called twice before the other party answered.
"Hello—" Song Fengwan gripped her phone tightly, her face seemingly flushed with a brilliant layer of color.
"What happened?" It had been more than ten minutes since she said she would go upstairs to get the charger.
Song Fengwan was too embarrassed to say that she had bumped into her mother and Yan Wangchuan doing 'that', so she could only stammer, "… I suddenly had something to do and was delayed."
"Are you really fine?" Fu Chen questioned closely.
"It's really nothing." Song Fengwan had no idea how guilty she sounded at this moment.
