Then she spent a whole day secretly making up her mind, thinking that if Ji Huan called again tonight, she would just tell him straight out that she was really tired and didn't want to chat at night.
Only, the mental prep she'd painstakingly done over the course of one night plus one day turned out to be completely useless, because that night, Ji Huan didn't call at the usual time.
Even though Zhu Qianyu kept telling herself not to care, and kept acting like she really didn't care—eating when she should eat, obediently sitting on the sofa to watch TV with Wang Mengmeng when it was time to watch TV—on the surface, even she almost believed she'd really forgotten about the nine o'clock phone call.
But when she saw the time slip past eight fifty-something, she unconsciously lifted her head to check the clock. Seeing it was almost nine, her eyes naturally fell on the phone lying on the coffee table.
