Gentle music flowed through the spacious, brightly lit restaurant.
Jiang Qingli washed her hands at the sink. Just as she picked up a towel and glanced up, she saw Yuan Shiyao's face in the mirror and jumped in surprise.
It took her a few seconds to register what he was saying.
Jiang Qingli dried her fingers. Seeing the two words "Little Dog" on the screen made her scalp tingle with dread.
She walked out with her terminal, sat on the sofa, and whispered, "Hello?"
Silence on the other end.
Jiang Qingli touched the tip of her nose. "Why aren't you talking?"
A harsh snort came from the other end. "What is there to talk about."
Jiang Qingli asked tentatively, "So we're not talking?"
As expected, the moment she said that, he couldn't hold back and exploded, gritting his teeth, "So now you have nothing to say to me? How could you?!"
