"I will be on a business trip for a week. When I'm back, if there's anything, just call me. My phone is on 24 hours..."
Until she hung up the phone, Song Qiao could feel her face burning like a fever, so red she didn't even need a mirror to tell.
But when she looked at the incessant messages popping up on her phone, she was momentarily stunned. Her delicate and fair fingers started scrolling through, unable to help but gasp.
All thirty-something messages were notifications of Lu Jingchen's calls while her phone was switched off.
...
On the plane, as the sweet and polite voice of the flight attendant sounded, Lu Jingchen hung up the call directly.
Next to him, Gu Xicheng looked astonished at Lu Jingchen who had started to smile faintly without notice. After Lu Jingchen turned off his phone, he spoke up, "Jingchen, did you marry Song Qiao because of the Song Family, or for personal reasons?"
