Le Qingqing could guess that Xiao Hang must be feeling terrible on the other end, and she was helpless about it. She just didn't love Xiao Hang, couldn't force herself to do so, nor could she lie to him by saying that she loved him.
"Whose call was that?"
Suddenly, Jun Mo's deep voice rose in front of her, and Le Qingqing, snapping back to reality, lifted her gaze to see Jun Mo standing with his hands braced on her desk, his dark eyes fixed intently on her.
He had come in while she was on the phone with Xiao Hang, but she had not noticed.
"Xiao Hang's."
Le Qingqing answered honestly.
Jun Mo's brows arched, "You're still in contact?"
Locking eyes with him, Le Qingqing nodded, "Yes, we're still in contact. He's my old neighbor, my old classmate. Even if we can't be husband and wife, we're still friends. Why shouldn't we keep in touch?"
Jun Mo pursed his lips, and after a moment, he muttered softly, "Aren't you afraid that your man will get jealous?"
