Xie Zhang did not deny it, Li Sihe was right.
He wasn't dull-witted; the moment he stepped out, he had already understood his own heart.
He indeed had feelings, and that was where he suffered the most.
He was aware of his feelings and yet unable to bear such a cruel cost.
Xie Zhang stood up, his eyelids lowered, and slowly said, "I have something else to attend to, I must be going."
Li Sihe nodded, without speaking.
He picked up the cup in front of him, drained it, and called Bian Yue.
The moment the call connected, the man's voice became very gentle, he said, "Yueyue, you can come home now, Xie Zhang has already rushed back."
Bian Yue apparently wasn't satisfied, her voice whiny and discontent, "Ah? Why did he come back so soon? We haven't finished chatting yet!"
"What else do you want to talk about?" Li Sihe asked with amusement, countering Bian Yue, "Are you trying to drive An Jiayi away with your chatter?"
