He glanced at the caller ID and his expression tightened slightly; he didn't answer.
Sheng Youxia was busy with her back to him. "Who was it?"
"Doesn't matter."
Fu Shilv went inside. What an odd combination? There were stir-fried dishes, some Western food, and it seemed like soup was also simmering.
"Just serve the dishes, I'll be done soon."
Fu Shilv put his hand on the plate; it was still hot.
His phone kept ringing, as if threatening not to stop unless he answered.
Sheng Youxia became distracted. Hearing the man's footsteps receding, she picked up the call anyway. "Hello?"
She didn't catch a single word from the other end of the call.
But she saw Fu Shilv's face grow colder as Sheng Youxia brought out the finished soup.
"Who called you? Let's wash our hands and eat."
Fu Shilv's smile strained.
Sheng Youxia had guessed already, "No matter how important, it's got to wait. What patient doesn't understand to leave others be after working hours?"