After a while, his call entered again. Qiao Wenhe thought for two seconds, he silently walked out of the private room and looked for a quiet place to answer.
"Where are you going?" "Why don't you answer the phone?" Fu Rongzhi asked unhappily.
"Today is my friend's birthday."
"Which friend?"
She thought for a moment and whispered," Guan Zhen."
Silence came from the phone. Qiao Wenhe saw that he did not say anything, he said," Then I' ll hang up first."
"What time do you want to go home?"
"Go home after the birthday party."
She decisively cut off the phone. Fu Rongzhi the first time she was cut off by Qiao Wenhe, her already uncomfortable heart became worse. He threw his phone towards the sofa in a depressed manner. He crossed his arms around his chest and sat uneasily.
"Why am I do
