After exchanging a few more simple words, he finally hung up the phone and started focusing on work.
…
Upon returning home in the evening, as soon as he opened the door, he saw the pair of dolls on the sofa. Somehow, his mood suddenly turned gloomy. He roughly tugged at his tie, tossed his briefcase onto the sofa, and went straight to his room.
The force of closing the door was a bit excessive, resulting in a loud noise.
When he came out again, he was wearing home clothes and was drying his hair with a towel.
The phone was relentless in ringing; he picked it up and glanced at the screen, where the name "Xia Yuan" was displayed. He frowned and sat on the sofa.
He did not answer the call.
The call was automatically disconnected, and a few seconds later, it started ringing again.
The ringtone lasted a long time, just about to be automatically disconnected again, before his fingertip moved slightly and pressed to answer.
