The only person who found this scene irritating was probably Fu Yi. He put down the phone he had picked up, glaring ahead with a nasty look, as if his eyes could devour soone.
Is this the boyfriend she ntioned?
Jiang Nuan and Jerry walked along the way to the small convenience store. Jerry went in to buy drinks for his family, and she returned ho.
"Knock, knock."
She knocked on the door.
The Filipina maid opened the door for her, "Miss Susan, are you tired? Would you like to have lunch here?"
Jiang Nuan returned the dog to her and politely declined her offer to stay for lunch. "No, thank you. Here’s your dog. It played for a long ti, maybe give it so water."
The maid took the dog and nodded, "Alright."
Still hoping, she asked again, "Miss Susan, are you sure you won’t stay for lunch? I made a lot of delicious local Mahali dishes."
"No, I won’t."
Jiang Nuan was still troubled by the phone call and declined the maid’s invitation, heading ho.
When she got ho, she took a shower, tied her hair up, changed into comfortable clothes, and sat cross-legged on the sofa.
The phone remained silent without a single call.
Not to ntion calls, there wasn’t even a single text.
"Ugh!"
Jiang Nuan sighed heavily, throwing herself onto the sofa, still holding her phone.
Did he not see it or just not want to call her back?
Jiang Nuan felt the latter was more likely.
From the mont she dialed the wrong number until now, at least an hour had passed; it’s unreasonable that he hasn’t seen it in an hour.
The fact that he hasn’t responded by now could only an one thing—he doesn’t want to!
Her chest felt clogged with sothing, making her heartache greatly, but she had no right to complain. She could assertively tell Xu Qingrong she wasn’t at fault in her divorce with Fu Yi and didn’t owe anyone an apology, but she couldn’t demand that Fu Yi must return her calls.
Divorce is divorce.
It ans the once close pair returned to being strangers.
"Beep, beep."
Just as her mood sank further, her phone suddenly beeped twice. Jiang Nuan quickly lifted her head, almond eyes brimming with surprise, picking up her phone to look—
Fu Yi!
But when she saw that it was a ssage from Lemon, her heart sank heavily, revealing a look of disappointnt involuntarily.
She thought it was... that person who had seen her missed call and ssaged back.
Despite the disappointnt she couldn’t hide, she lowered her gaze and opened Lemon’s ssage.
[Raise Hand, Light Tug: Did you find the person?]
[Southern Without Heating: No.]
[Raise Hand, Light Tug: You replied so fast? It’s only 3:30 PM local Mahali ti, slacking off during work hours?]
Jiang Nuan gazed at the brilliant sun outside, replying helplessly.
[Southern Without Heating: On sick leave, resting at ho.]
[Raise Hand, Light Tug: Are you sick? Damn, is it serious? Did you go to the hospital? Seriously, going so far alone and not taking care of yourself, getting sick with no one to tend to you. Do you want to worry to death?]
[Southern Without Heating: Just a minor cold, almost better, don’t worry, the neighbor across the street is helping out.]
[Raise Hand, Light Tug: Is it the neighbor you ntioned was really thick-skinned? You saw him? Nuannuan, what does he look like?]
Jiang Nuan thought carefully and realized she had never really seen what her neighbor across the street looked like.
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