Lin Zhiyi couldn't figure out the meaning of his words.
But before she could ask, Gong Chen anxiously answered the phone.
From the other end of the phone came Sang Ran's gentle voice.
"When will you be back? I'm waiting for you."
"Right now."
Even Gong Chen hadn't realized that the moment he connected the call, he slowed down his speech and unconsciously let go of Lin Zhiyi's hand.
Lin Zhiyi, with eyes cast downward, rubbed her wrist, and unbeknownst to him, she got out of the car and left.
By the time Gong Chen hung up the phone, Lin Zhiyi was already gone.
He looked at Chen Jin, "When did she leave?"
Chen Jin helplessly said, "While you were on the phone."
"What did she say?"
"Miss Lin… didn't say anything." Chen Jin's voice trailed off.
Hearing this, Gong Chen leaned back, his whole figure shrouded in darkness, silently lit a cigarette.
His entire demeanor was like a ghostly silhouette in the fog, silent and still.