Ji Shaoyang lifted his gaze to her. "You take the call first."
Wen Qiao nodded, turned away, and with a calm yet strained voice, said, "Brother..."
"In an hour, I want to see you at the old place. Do I need to teach you what should be said and what shouldn't?"
"I understand."
She immediately hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Ji Shaoyang looked at her. "Your brother is looking for you?"
"Yeah. Can I leave work early?"
He laughed. "Of course, you can. However, what does your brother do in Manchester, or should I invite him for a meal?"
"No need," Wen Qiao hurriedly said. "He doesn't like dealing with Chinese people. Let's forget it."
Ji Shaoyang was taken aback but nodded. "Alright. But, what were you about to say? What happened to you that day?"
"Nothing." Wen Qiao, recalling Cesar's words from earlier, forced a few strands of a bitter smile. "I feel like the incident that day was all my carelessness."
