She raised her eyes and looked at Xia Lin, who was engrossed in texting with an infatuated expression.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Here she was, anxiously pacing, while Xia Lin was over there texting with a dreamy look.
Something fishy!
There's a problem!
"Xia Lin?"
The first call went unheard.
She raised her voice, "Xia Lin."
Xia Lin, lost in his dreamy world, still didn't hear.
Qiao An cleared her throat and shouted, "Xia Lin!"
"Miss Qiao, are you calling me?" Xia Lin was startled, nearly dropping his phone.
Realizing it, he quickly put away his phone, forcing himself to suppress his smile, and put on his most serious face to face her, "Miss Qiao, do you have any instructions?"
"Who were you texting just now? I called you several times, and you didn't hear."
"Ah..." Xia Lin scratched his head, avoiding her gaze, "No, no one."
"Really?"
Qiao An teased him, "Did you get a girlfriend?"
"No, not yet!"
"Still haven't accepted you?"
"No, not really..."
