Zhou Mingchen stared at his phone, but Qiu Cheng hadn't sent any new messages. He found it strange; meetings shouldn't last this long. Could something have delayed him?
Xia Lu, sitting next to him, had noticed this detail long ago. Since morning, she had sensed that Zhou Mingchen was restless, now watching the phone as if trying to stare it down—like he was waiting for someone's call.
"You need to rest more," she said, coming over and pulling the phone away from him, placing it on a table nearby. Zhou Mingchen's complexion hadn't been good the past few days, and he'd lost weight since being admitted to the hospital.
"Give me the phone," Zhou Mingchen demanded.
