A friend's daughter...
Hearing these words, Xia Wan'an involuntarily stiffened while ladling the soup.
Han Jingnian quickly got up and walked over to sit opposite Xia Wan'an with his mobile phone in hand.
Because they were now at some distance, Xia Wan'an could no longer hear what Mrs. Han was saying. However, she saw Han Jingnian lower the phone from his ear and look at the screen.
Standing, Xia Wan'an caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye—he was looking at a photo. But before she could make out what it showed, Han Jingnian's fingers trembled around his phone. The next second, he lifted the phone to his ear, and in a light tone, said, "I understand, Grandma, I'll be there next Wednesday."
Xia Wan'an's hand, holding the bowl, suddenly trembled, causing the soup to splash out onto the back of her hand, slightly reddening her skin.
After hanging up, Han Jingnian noticed her reaction and looked up, "What's wrong?"
