An Ran dialed Mu Xingfeng's phone number once more, but it was still turned off.
It seemed that Instructor Mu's matters were not yet finished.
An Ran put away her phone, called the waiter to pay for her drink, and picked up her backpack to leave.
It was already this late; even if Mu Xingfeng finished his work and rushed over, he wouldn't make it to the restaurant in time. Instead of waiting here, she might as well go home and make a late-night snack for him that's easy to digest.
Even though she had been waiting here so painfully, her Instructor Mu, after completing his tasks and hurrying back, wouldn't he be more exhausted?
As long as two people are in love, every day is Valentine's Day, so why care about this particular day?
Just as she exited the restaurant's elevator, her phone rang. An Ran took it out, and her eyes instantly brightened.
She swiped to answer, and a man's sexy and low voice came through, "Hello, Ranran."
