"I smashed that phone."
When Zhu Chen heard this, he squinted, seemingly guessing some of the situation, and said nothing, just smiled and replied, "I'll be there in half an hour."
Zhu Qinghan hung up the phone, tossed it onto the table, covered her cheeks with her hands, trying hard to make her smile appear less forced. Ultimately, she failed, so she directly walked to the bathroom, took a shower, changed clothes, and before heading out, she glanced at the phone on the ground, pressed her red lips tightly together, and went out.
Half an hour later, Zhu Qinghan arrived at the bar she had visited twice before with Zhu Chen, and went straight to her usual spot, sat down, picked up Zhu Chen's glass, and drank from it.
