"I'll be on a business trip for a week. If anything comes up, call me. My phone will be on 24 hours a day..."
Until the phone call ended, Song Qiao could feel her face burning hot, as if she were feverish, and even without a mirror, she knew her face must've been very red.
But when she checked her phone and saw the continuous notifications of missed calls while it was turned off, she was momentarily stunned. Her slender, fair fingers started scrolling through them in surprise.
There were a total of over thirty messages, all were prompts of calls from Lu Jingchen while she had turned off her phone.
...
On the plane, the sweet and polite voice of the flight attendant came through, and Lu Jingchen hung up the phone directly.
Gu Xicheng, sitting beside him, watched in amazement as Lu Jingchen, who had already started to smile faintly, turned off his phone before asking, "Jingchen, did you marry Song Qiao because of the Song Family, or for personal reasons...?"
