"No need," Wei Chengfeng rejected the idea without a second thought, then added, "It's too late now, she's already asleep."
"I see..." Qiao Ling curved her lips, saying, "Since that's the case, I won't disturb her today. I'll go over tomorrow."
"Let's wait until she's feeling better," Wei Chengfeng said, his mind not really on the conversation. This was the first time he felt this way, with little desire to talk, wanting only to be alone in silence for a while.
Through the phone, Qiao Ling couldn't know Wei Chengfeng's thoughts, but hearing the tension in his voice, she asked, "Brother Chengfeng, you've been smoking again, haven't you?"
Her question made Wei Chengfeng pause, a faint smile finally appearing on his lips.
"How did you know that?"
Qiao Ling giggled nonstop, saying, "Didn't I tell you? I understand you best in this world, I've practically installed a radar on you."
"A radar?" Wei Chengfeng raised his eyebrows, the amusement in his eyes deepening.