But he had only taken one step when his phone rang again.
Lu Jinyang stood there stunned, seeing Zhuang Shuqing flash him a brilliant smile before turning and slipping into the bathroom, he felt choked up and undecided.
In the bedroom, only the phone kept ringing urgently. Lu Jinyang stared at the phone for a long time before slowly walking over to answer it.
"You better have something important!" he said through gritted teeth.
On the other end of the phone, Leng Yixing's voice came through, somewhat slurred, "No.9 Mansion, drinking."
Leng Yixing seldom drinks. He can hold his liquor very well, and even when he can barely walk, he remains clear-headed.
Originally wanting to ignore him, but because of his voice, Lu Jinyang hung up the phone, silently got dressed again, and before leaving, he gave a deep look towards the direction of the bathroom and took another mobile phone from the sofa.
