She handed him the congee and then Xue Murong stood up and took out her phone.
Yu Lingqian glanced over with the corner of his eye, and although he couldn't see the name on the display clearly, the flashing photo of the incoming call was explanation enough.
It was a couple's photo.
It was Xue Murong and that man!
Yu Lingqian's fingertips twitched slightly, and his eyes darkened with indiscernible turbidity.
Xue Murong instinctively looked back at him and, seeing that he didn't look up and was just quietly eating his congee, she pressed the answer button and turned to walk out.
After about ten seconds, she came back in with an apologetic expression, "Brother Qian, I'm sorry, but I have an urgent matter and need to leave first..."
"You don't have to apologize to me, and you don't have to feel sorry, you never had that obligation."
Yu Lingqian scooped up a spoonful of millet congee, frowned, and swallowed it down, his handsome face betraying no emotion.