Ji Mingyuan didn't say yes, and he didn't say no, "Why do you ask?"
"You said earlier that you needed to go to the restroom. The environment here is unfamiliar, and I was worried. I went to check on you in the restroom and heard you making a phone call."
Ji Mingyuan's gaze paused briefly, silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, I was calling Aunt."
Song Nianshuang frowned, suddenly feeling that she didn't quite understand her own husband, "How could you do this? You know that everyone has a deep prejudice against Sang Qian and Chengzhou now, blaming them for Mom's death. By calling Aunt at this time, aren't you inciting conflict?"
Ji Mingyuan reached out to take Song Nianshuang's hand, but she avoided it.