Lu Jing's face instantly turned gloomy, and as Zhang Lingying was about to reach for her phone, he picked it up before she could.
He didn't hang up for her; instead, he held the phone and asked restrainedly, "Do you really like him that much?"
Zhang Lingying was stunned by his question, "You mean Leng Jian?"
"..."
"What kind of like are you talking about?"
Vaguely sensing his misunderstanding, Zhang Lingying didn't immediately say she liked him and questioned seriously.
But in Lu Jing's eyes, her failure to deny it instantly was tantamount to admission.
His grip on the phone silently tightened.
The call, unanswered for a long time, had already disconnected.
Seeing his expression sour, Zhang Lingying dared not snatch it forcefully and tried to reason with him.
"Lu Jing, Leng Jian is really good to me, like a brother. Besides, we work in the same lab; he could be calling about work, not necessarily personal matters. Please give me back my phone."
