7

This time it's Zhuang Jing calling me desperately. I simply mute my phone and put it aside, ignoring it.

Perhaps the previous doubts have been laid out countless times.

Although there's pain in my heart, I'm not surprised.

On the contrary, I even have the mind to speculate. I wonder if last time Zhuang Jing didn't answer the phone, did he also just mute it like now?

In the early morning, Zhuang Jing came back.

He was supposed to be in another city planning his new movie.

Zhuang Jing is very career-driven and doesn't like being affected by personal matters.

I guessed he would call to explain, but I didn't expect he would actually rush back home.

I don't intend to pay attention to Zhuang Jing. I turned away from him, keeping the posture of falling asleep.

In the darkness, I hear Zhuang Jing's voice:

"Jinli, I know you're awake, listen to my explanation."

"There's nothing to explain, I'm not blind." I sneer.

Zhuang Jing stubbornly continues: