In the bedroom on the second floor.
Li Bingshuang lay on the bed, holding a mobile phone in her hand, her gaze fixated on the screen, where several uninterrupted missed calls slightly bewildered her.
"What's this guy calling so much for?" Li Bingshuang pouted slightly and muttered to herself.
She was feigning ignorance with full knowledge in her heart.
Only someone who truly cared about her would make phone call after phone call, relentlessly, when their initial call went unanswered.
By now, Li Bingshuang had long since stopped being angry with Chen Hao and even felt a bit of warmth and embarrassment in her heart.
Being cared for is the most wonderful feeling.
Despite Li Bingshuang's usual cold demeanor, it was mostly because she lacked communication with others, or rather, the care from outsiders, which made her put on a cold front to protect herself.
Growing up without a mother and being sent abroad to study at a very young age, leaving her father behind.