Qin Guozhong glanced at Feng Jinglei, then turned to his grandson Qin Feimo, "Jinglei is—"
"la... la... la... la..."
A sudden phone ringtone interrupted Qin Guozhong's words.
Everyone turned their eyes towards the sound and realized the ringtone was coming from Feng Jinglei.
Realizing it was her phone, Feng Jinglei quickly set down her chopsticks, took her phone out of her pocket.
At a glance, it was an unfamiliar number.
She furrowed her brows slightly, then answered, "Hello?"
"..."
"Mm." As she responded, perhaps feeling it was inconvenient to take the call here, she got up and walked to the window.
"..."
"Tomorrow?"
"..."
"Okay, tell me the address."
"..."
"Okay, I understand. Tomorrow morning, I'll be there on time."
Qin Feimo, sitting at the dining table, didn't know what the other party had said. All he heard was Feng Jinglei possibly having an appointment with someone, and the time was tomorrow morning.
Who does she have an appointment with?
