Wei Anning didn't bother, and after five or six calls from the other end, there were no more relentless attempts to call. Wei Anning looked at her quiet phone and slowly picked food from the sauce dish.
The mother and son were halfway through their meal when a tall and upright figure appeared at the entrance. He was wearing a black shirt and trousers, standing at the door, sweeping his gaze around the hall, and then walked straight toward them.
As darkness fell, both mother and son looked up simultaneously. Wei Chenchen saw the man with the dark expression, his smile froze on his lips, and he timidly said, "Uncle, have you eaten? The meatballs here are delicious."
Leng Youchen glanced at Wei Chenchen, then focused his gaze on Wei Anning, who was already back to eating. Seeing her phone right next to her hand, a nameless anger surged within him, and he said coldly, "Didn't hear me calling you?"
A rhetorical question!
