He had considered calling An Lan, but there was still half an hour left before their agreed meeting time. Xiao Yihe picked up his phone only to set it down again casually. However, just as the phone landed on the table, it suddenly began buzzing loudly.
Thinking it was An Lan calling, Xiao Yihe quickly flipped the phone over. But the instant he saw the caller ID, the light in his eyes dimmed. He silenced the phone and set it aside, quietly waiting, yet the caller was relentless.
One call came after another. The ringtone echoed starkly in the quiet café, making it hard for Xiao Yihe to ignore. Feeling irritated, he finally answered, fearing that missing her call might cause him to miss An Lan's.
"What do you want now?" Xiao Yihe answered the phone, rubbing his brow with one hand, his tone impatient.
