Bai Zhi glanced at Duan Xingzhi, who had been standing by her side without leaving. She didn't know why, but she felt somewhat guilty.
Although Duan Xingzhi's expression didn't change, Bai Zhi just knew that he was definitely angry.
"Ah, mom, the oil here is boiling, so I can't talk to you now."
Bai Zhi couldn't care less about the pot and quickly hung up the phone.
The air suddenly became quiet. Bai Zhi cleared her throat and said, "You should go over there; it's all smoke and oil here."
But Duan Xingzhi didn't move and just stood there looking at her.
Bai Zhi couldn't stand his gaze anymore and said, "Don't worry, I won't go see that person."
Hearing this, Duan Xingzhi's lips finally curved up.
"Are you still going home?"
"Of course, I have to go back. We didn't go back during this holiday, and my parents miss the kid too."
