In the dead of night, the ringing of a cellphone was especially clear amidst the bustling roadside stalls.
Mu Lingqian heard the sound of his phone but he didn't bother to attend to it, continuing the action he had just been doing—patiently picking out the excess chili from the bowl of hot and sour noodles before handing them to Wen Xiangyang.
It was Wen Xiangyang, sitting beside him, who, hearing the ringtone of Mu Lingqian's phone, stopped what she was doing, lifted her head, and blinked as she said, "Young Master Mu, your phone is ringing."
"Hmm," Mu Lingqian responded, yet he still didn't pay any attention to the persistently ringing phone, instead placing the hot and sour noodles into Wen Xiangyang's bowl as he said, "After you finish these, you can't eat anymore. If you want to eat, I'll make some for you when we get back."
"Young Master Mu, aren't you going to answer the phone?" Wen Xiangyang glanced at the hot and sour noodles in her bowl and then back at Mu Lingqian.