Jin Jumo refused to drink anymore, so Rong Mochen used both soft and hard tactics to make her drink it.
Just as the two were at a stalemate, Rong Mochen's phone suddenly rang.
Rong Mochen glanced at the phone, furrowed his brow, scooped up Jin Jumo with his long arm as she attempted to escape, held her on his lap, and reached out to hang up the call.
Jin Jumo's eyes swept over the phone on his desk, noticing the words "Ms. Fang" flash on the screen before it returned to the main screen.
Lightly pressing her lips together, Jin Jumo turned her head to look at the person who was holding her waist so assertively.
Rong Mochen's expression remained unchanged. He picked up the bowl of soup with one hand and brought it to Jin Jumo's lips, his voice gentle, "Have a bit more."
Jin Jumo averted her eyes from the bowl, asking softly, "Why didn't you answer the call?"
Rong Mochen glanced at her, his tone indifferent, "I can't find a reason to take her call."
