On the coffee table, Cheng Qiaobei's phone rang, and Chen Ningxi saw the number was Lin Hanrui calling.
She took it to the kitchen, "Your phone."
Cheng Qiaobei couldn't free his hands, "Answer it for me."
She pressed answer and placed the phone by Cheng Qiaobei's ear, and he slightly turned his body, "What's up?"
Lin Hanrui said, "What are you doing?"
"At my mother-in-law's place, anything going on?" Cheng Qiaobei put the washed bowl on the drying rack.
Lin Hanrui said, "Is it convenient to talk?"
It would have been better if he hadn't said that, because as soon as he did, the atmosphere immediately shifted, even the look in Chen Ningxi's eyes carried some intriguing meaning.
It was now a matter of whether it was convenient to talk, and he couldn't say it wasn't convenient.
"Convenient, what's the matter?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ningxi's head leaned in, and Cheng Qiaobei could only silently pray that he wouldn't say anything foolish.