His eyes darkly watched Jian Anning's light steps towards the window, seemingly afraid of a poor signal and fearful of the phone call being disturbed. It's as though he could tell from the way her hair fluttered in the wind that she seemed in a good mood.
Her good mood meant a bad one for him. Especially knowing that the other side of the call was Situ Xuan, he bit into a large piece of toast and chewed furiously in his mouth, wishing he could bite Situ Xuan like the toast!
Moreover, he felt distracted—Shen Lanxiao was talking to him on the side, but he heard none of it, instead, he strained his ears trying desperately to discern what Jian Anning and Situ Xuan were talking about. However, since Jian Anning didn't put her phone on speaker, he could only make out snippets of the conversation with his keen hearing.
Situ Xuan was talking about the hairpin incident from last night.