Fu Qingtian sat on the side, and although he hadn't urged her, the big hand hidden under the table and gripping the edge of the chair had clearly tightened.
A gentle smile always lingered at the corners of his lips, slowly appearing as the woman signed her name—first the "Mu," then the "Chen," with only the last character "Xi" left.
His grip grew tighter.
Anxiously staring at the pen tip.
The Xi character was half written, only a few strokes left.
Suddenly, the ringtone of Mu Chenxi's phone in her bag went off.
Her signing motion abruptly halted.
Fu Qingtian's heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition arising spontaneously.
Just as he was about to speak up to stop her, Mu Chenxi had already put down the pen and stood up.
"I need to step out to take a call."
She didn't know who it was, but at the moment the ringtone sounded, she inexplicably felt relieved.
She was just a few strokes away from finishing signing.