Ding Ling sat in the wheelchair, glancing out of the window several times, but Lu Xun still hadn't returned.
"It's so late; he hasn't come back and hasn't called either. When I call his phone, the signal is blocked," Ding Ling, like a wife waiting for her late-returning husband, pushed her wheelchair back and forth in the room several times.
Although Dad said when he came home that Lu Xun would be very busy lately, Brother Xun seemed off recently – specifically, since after the birthday party, he has been lukewarm towards her.
Ding Ling wasn't stupid; she had inherited Ding Han's cunning and astuteness.
"Xiao Ling, why are you still not sleeping at this late hour? Don't wait for Lu Xun; he's probably asleep in his office." Ding Han, who had gone to bed, heard the sound of Ding Ling's wheelchair and grumbled a couple of times.
