Outside the bathroom, Chu Xinian closed his eyes and feigned sleep, waiting for Qin Yiren to come out. Suddenly, his phone rang.
His phone had already been confiscated by Mrs. Chu and wasn't with him. But at such a late hour, who would choose this time to call Qin Yiren?
Glancing in the direction of the bathroom, he extended his arm to pick up the phone. When he saw the caller ID, his brows furrowed slightly.
Helplessly answering the call, he lazily opened his mouth: "Mom, it's so late. Why are you looking for Yiren?"
"I knew it—you're with her."
Mrs. Chu's mood was clearly displeased, and her tone was quite severe: "Didn't you say you no longer loved Ji Manman? What on earth was today's news about?"
"I promised not to love her anymore, but I can't guarantee whether she loves me or not." Mentioning Ji Manman, Chu Xinian's handsome eyes turned a shade colder, and even the yet-to-heal wound on his shoulder started to ache faintly.
