Mu Shaochen was startled by Qin Wan.
He looked at the tears on her eyelashes with complex emotions in his eyes, wanting to say something.
But it was as if something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Qin Wan did not directly expose him, but her steadfast attitude hurt him to the core.
Gloom spread in the air.
She stared at him tightly, waiting for his response.
Suddenly, a sharp ringtone rang out, and Qin Wan watched as Mu Shaochen took out his phone.
It reminded her of the time at the hotel entrance when he didn't answer her calls.
A surge of anger rose to her heart, and she suddenly reached out and snatched the phone from Mu Shaochen's hand.
"Wanwan?"
Mu Shaochen called out softly.
However, he did not reach out to take it back.
He just looked at her with concern.
Qin Wan glanced at the caller ID, which was saved under the name Mo Zirui.
She hung up his call directly.
Her gaze fell on the photo on his screensaver, which was a photo of her.
