The car stopped at the hotel, and Ling Feng's eyes darted around: "Well, you three go upstairs, I won't be joining you!"
"Alright, you can head back first!" Mo Jiaolan said.
She knew what Ling Feng was thinking, and was willing to entertain Catherine on his behalf, which is why she said this.
But unexpectedly, Catherine pouted: "What? Mr. Ling dislikes me so much that he can't wait to leave?"
"Of course not, it's just that I have some matters to attend to at home."
Ling Feng, caught off guard, quickly tried to find an excuse, surprised at her directness.
Catherine smiled: "Really? That's strange. From the flight until now, I haven't heard your phone ring once, how do you know there's something at home?"
"Uh..."
Ling Feng was at a loss for words, finding himself unable to explain.
Meanwhile, Mo Jiaolan and Chen Yuhe said nothing, both looking at him with amused expressions, thinking to themselves that he's finally experiencing this kind of day.
