"Like how the clouds hang low before the rain, your soft singing stirred my heart..."
While the two were still engrossed in their heart-to-heart, Yun Zijin's phone rang.
The caller ID read "Li Yuexing."
Yun Zijin raised an eyebrow. 'This guy isn't calling to borrow a car, is he?'
"The one from the Li family? What's he calling you for?"
Su Mengyao had only glanced over briefly, but she saw the caller ID on Yun Zijin's phone screen.
"I don't know. I'll take this call."
With that, Yun Zijin swiped to answer.
Su Mengyao gave Yun Zijin an "OK" sign, indicating she would be quiet.
"Hello?"
"Zijing! Good afternoon! Have you eaten? I've booked a table at Liuxian Pavilion, want to have lunch together?"
Li Yuexing's slightly fawning voice sounded in Yun Zijin's ear.
"Mr. Li, if you have something to say, just say it. I'm not at home right now."
