"Hello?"
In the living room, Mo Ziye's slender index finger pressed the answer button, his voice indifferent as it came out.
Although he stood in the living room, his gaze fell upon a slender figure in the dining room. Even if he only saw her back, as long as she was within his sight, his heart felt warm.
In his ear, Shi Xi's voice drilled through, transmitted from a thousand miles away, "Ziye, it's me, Shi Xi."
"Is there something you need?"
Mo Ziye's voice was devoid of any warmth.
In the dining room, Qin Qingqing seemed to have felt the gaze falling on her, turning her head to look at him.
Separated by a pane of transparent glass.
Mo Ziye's gaze met hers.
He curved his lips into a loving smile and made a gesture.
Qin Qingqing smiled silently, turned back, and served food to the grandmother closest to her.
"Ziye, I want to ask you something. Were those things about me online before your doing?"
"Do you think it was me?"
"I... wasn't it you?"
