"I might leave Qiantang tomorrow," Yang Qingyin took a deep breath and responded coldly to Yang Yunlin, "If there's anything, we'll talk about it when I return to Yanjing!"
Yang Yunlin on the other end of the phone didn't expect Yang Qingyin to refuse directly, and was momentarily annoyed.
But before he could get angry, Yang Qingyin continued, "Dad, you're in Hangzhou on official business, while I'm on a personal trip. You know my nature; I go wherever I want, whenever I want. So, by the time you come to Hangzhou, I might already have left. You're so busy; focus on your business first. I've grown up; I know how to handle things. I'll hang up now!"
With that, she hung up without waiting for Yang Yunlin to respond.
Yang Qingyin didn't turn off her phone, and Yang Yunlin didn't call back.
"Lost interest, huh?" Luo Ziling asked Yang Qingyin with a chuckle.
"Yeah," Yang Qingyin smiled bitterly, "I was in quite a good mood, but now it's ruined. It's really dull!"
