With those words, the call was also disconnected.
Over there, Zhuang Yanyan seemed like she still wanted to ask something, "Hello? Hello? Qin Feimo!?"
Looking at the phone that had already been cut off, Zhuang Yanyan couldn't help but mutter to herself while staring at her phone, "Really, if you don't want to bring other women, then why do you want to bring Jinglei!? Clearly, Jinglei's different in your heart!"
Qin Guozhong just sat nearby, looking at his wife who was muttering. He didn't know what she had said to his grandson on the phone.
After hanging up, Qin Feimo stared at his phone for three seconds before turning around, subconsciously wanting to see if Feng Jinglei upstairs had already dressed.
Just as he turned, he saw her standing on the staircase. His expression froze slightly, clearly surprised by her presence.
