"Mm." Su Jia gave a soft reply, her emotions a bit dazed, not expecting that someone could identify her from just a single syllable.
This number was one she had just gotten and had never used before; it was the first time she used it.
"Jiajia, what's wrong?" Lu Yanhe's tone was a bit unsettled, vaguely tinged with worry.
"Nothing." Su Jia replied hoarsely, "Just missing you a bit..."
No sooner had she spoken than a woman's voice suddenly came from the other side, "Yanhe, are you inside?"
Su Jia was stunned for a moment, her mind a blank, as if her nails were digging into her palms.
Heh... so that's how it is.
Actually, even if he was in her bed last night, it didn't necessarily mean his heart was with her.
After a night of indulgence, he turned around and went to find another woman.
No wonder he rushed off after receiving a call—it turns out she had already returned.
Was it Wen Xi?
If she didn't hear it wrong.
Lu Yanhe still wanted to say something, "Jiajia..."
