Although Yang Qingyin's last sentence sounded quite normal, Ouyang Feifei could still sense something was off from her lazy tone.
The feeling in her heart was indescribable with words, really.
That kind of loss felt like being stabbed with a knife; it was that painful and uncomfortable.
"Then forget it, it's not anything important." After taking two deep breaths, Ouyang Feifei said calmly, "I won't disturb you guys, I'm hanging up!"
Yang Qingyin felt a bit victorious at Ouyang Feifei's reaction.
But she didn't show it through her tone and instead said calmly, "I'll tell him later. You get busy first, goodbye."
Just after hanging up the phone, Luo Ziling came out of the bathroom with his hair still wet.
Yang Qingyin kicked Luo Ziling lightly and then reminded him, "Ouyang Feifei just called."
"You answered?" Luo Ziling was a bit surprised.
