"Then I won't bother you anymore, I'm hanging up."
Beeep—
The video call suddenly went dead.
Lai Zhiyun: "..."
Stunned.
Just like that...
He hung up?
She hadn't had enough yet.
Lai Zhiyun blinked in confusion, her mind replaying the conversation.
Was it the tone of her voice?
Or was there ambiguity in her words?
Lai Zhiyun, head bowed, sent Zhou Liao a message to clarify, "You did not interrupt my work."
Maybe she was overthinking it.
[Zhou Liao: Understood, continue with your work, finish early and come home early.]
Zhou Liao replied quickly.
But he didn't continue the conversation, responding with just one message and then silence.
Lai Zhiyun read his message word by word.
It seemed to be filled with a considerate sense of propriety, yet it lacked the sweet intimacy.
He didn't say he missed her.
Thumbs down.
Whirrrr—
Pocketing her phone, Lai Zhiyun turned on the tap and splashed her face with cold water.