Feng Jinglei was taken aback, then awkwardly glanced at Qin Feimo in front of her.
His expression slightly darkened, seemingly displeased with her using his phone to chat with Grandma Qin.
"Grandma Qin, do you want to chat? How about I call you back on my phone..."
"No, no, no!" Zhuang Yanyan quickly interrupted her thought, "Don't bother, the call is connected, why use yours to call again."
Feng Jinglei looked up at Qin Feimo again, "But, he seems to be waiting for some call..."
"No worries, so late, who's going to call him? Let him wait while we chat as we please!" Zhuang Yanyan intended to chat a bit longer, also allowing more interaction between the two.
Feng Jinglei felt at a loss, as she saw Qin Feimo's face growing darker, his eyebrows tightly knitted together.
As Zhuang Yanyan insisted on not hanging up, Feng Jinglei couldn't forcibly end the call, so she stood by the door chatting like this.
