Ling Momo pouted, turned her head, and out of sheer boredom, thought of Enson. So, she took out her phone from the handbag she was carrying and sent Enson a WeChat message, "Are you there?"
No sooner had Ling Momo successfully sent the message than she heard a ticking sound from the pocket of the man next to her.
However, Li Qingshen seemed not to have heard it, still maintaining a silent and motionless posture. Ling Momo thought it might be because the banquet was too noisy and couldn't help but remind him, "Sir, it seems like your phone is ringing."
Li Qingshen hadn't expected Ling Momo to initiate conversation with him again. He turned his head and looked straight at Ling Momo's face, a bright light shimmering in his eyes.
Li Qingshen nodded but did not reach for his phone. Instead, he kept staring at Ling Momo. Was her talking to him a sign that she was no longer angry?
Li Qingshen's originally sullen mood instantly became somewhat excited.
