Lin Jing stood at the bottom of the building, stamping her feet, likely because of the cold, with her hands over her mouth, breathing on them. Fu Chenxuan recognized her from afar.
"Jingjing," Fu Chenxuan called out. Lin Jing heard Fu Chenxuan's voice, turned around, saw him, and a smile lifted on her face, which froze when she saw Gu Qingzhu.
Fu Chenxuan pushed Gu Qingzhu forward, and Lin Jing's gaze constantly sized up Gu Qingzhu.
"Jingjing, are you here looking for me?"
Lin Jing nodded, "I called you, but you didn't pick up."
Fu Chenxuan felt his shirt pocket, indeed not feeling the phone, "It must have been left at home. If I didn't answer your call, why didn't you go back? It's cold, and you waited downstairs; are you silly?"
Lin Jing chuckled, "I saw the lights on in your home, so I thought maybe you were bathing and didn't hear it. I was about to try calling again soon."
Fu Chenxuan fell silent, "Are you looking for me this late because something urgent came up?"
