Han Luoqi feels a vague sense of unease. Why isn't she opening the door?
Could she have gone out?
Feeling restless, he takes out his phone and calls Zhuang Xuejun.
The call goes through, but no one answers.
He has no choice but to keep calling.
Standing at the airport, Zhuang Xuejun watches the flashing screen on her phone, frowning slightly.
This man, why does he keep haunting me?
Thankfully, she's about to leave. Once she's gone, he'll stop bothering her.
After the phone automatically hangs up, it rings again. Zhuang Xuejun hesitates for a moment, but still presses the answer button.
After all, they've known each other, and he's her child's father. Since she's leaving, she might as well say goodbye.
As soon as the call connects, before she gets a chance to speak, Han Luoqi's anxious voice comes through, "Xuejun, are you at home? Why won't you open the door?"
"You're at my doorstep? I'm not at home right now."
"Where are you?"
