He stared at the name flashing on the screen, his expression darkened, and he pressed the button to reject the call.
But soon, the phone rang again, persistent and relentless, as if she would keep calling forever unless he answered.
With a helpless sigh, he picked up.
"It's me." Ye Lu's hoarse voice came through the line, low and steady, like the depth of an ocean—calm and unruffled.
Third Young Master Jun was surprised. He thought her fiery temper would flare after he brought up divorce last time. Surely, her heart would be torn and angry, and she'd confront him with fury and resentment.
Yet he didn't expect her to be so composed—so calm it felt strange.
"What's the matter?" His voice was steady and cool.
"I'd like to meet you," Ye Lu's voice paused briefly, "I'll be leaving the city for a few days tomorrow. Can you come out today?"
Third Young Master Jun was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected her to suggest meeting up, and his brows faintly furrowed.
