Staring at the phone number on the screen for a while, Jian Ran took a deep breath, tried her best to calm down, and then slid her finger to answer the call, trying to speak to him in a relaxed tone: "Mr. Qin, what's the matter?"

Can't you call her if it's okay?

She couldn't see that Qin Yue on the other end of the phone frowned slightly, but pretending that nothing happened, she said calmly and lowly: "It's noon, don't forget to have lunch."