Having said that, Ling Chuxia cut off the call, and Shi Che, listening to the beep-beep-beep in his ear, frowned slightly, discontent flickering in his eyes. He couldn't have dinner because he was busy with work, and she didn't show any concern, actually just hanging up on him like that?
Was she heartless? Could it be that now she's back, she's going to become as indifferent towards him as before?
Although he knew it was impossible, Shi Che still stewed over his phone for a while before he reluctantly pulled his thoughts back to work, planning to deal with Ling Chuxia when he got home.
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After hanging up the call, Ling Chuxia went straight into the kitchen, took out a thermal lunch box, rinsed it with clean water, then, carrying it out, she poured the food from the table into it and fastened the lid.
She went upstairs to grab her bag, then, with the lunch box in hand, headed for the door.
