As Mo Shichen's car was about to park, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, ready to answer, but as he looked up, he saw the silhouette of a woman in a parking spot diagonally in front of him. He paused, his lips inadvertently curving into a silent, amused smile.
Wen Yi was casually rummaging through the trunk, waiting for someone to answer her call. After a while with no response, she frowned slightly, preparing to dial again.
She wondered if he could be in a meeting at this time; how could he not answer her call?
Although she guessed the phone wasn't by his side, a tiny, unreasonable annoyance still took hold of her.
There was a sense of... as if, just after making up, he was already ignoring her calls, that subtle sense of being wronged.
