The phone seemed to pause for a moment, and then Shi Che's low voice slowly rose, each word deliberately entering Sister Hua's ears.
"What did Mom say to Chuxia yesterday?"
Shi Che's question was somewhat abrupt, catching Sister Hua off guard, and without thinking, she uttered, "What?"
Shi Che was slightly impatient, a crease forming between his brows, his voice unconsciously growing heavier, but still, he repeated his question patiently, "What exactly did Mom tell Chuxia when she asked her to come home yesterday?"
Chuxia's mood was off today, or rather, it had been off since yesterday. It's just that she hadn't shown it so clearly yesterday, so he didn't think much of it. Today, however, he could clearly see that Chuxia seemed quite hesitant to face him, as if she had something weighing on her mind.
