So, he had plenty of time to think about what to do next.
When a spasm coursed through his stomach, the ringing of the phone on the desk pierced the silence.
Yan Ye's cold eyes glanced at the phone screen.
Seeing the name displayed, the chill in Yan Ye's eyes deepened.
He did not answer the call immediately; he waited a few seconds before picking up the phone.
"Why aren't you eating? Even if you're angry, you should eat first!" Lian Xinying's hoarse voice came through as soon as the call connected, enunciating each word.
If she had been there with him, she would have definitely forced him to eat.
"Do you even care about me anymore?" Yan Ye scoffed coldly.
Lian Xinying felt somewhat powerless in the face of his retort.
