The three of them talked it over on the phone for a while and finally settled on a plan-no contact for now. Let things cool down on Cheng Huan's end.
Tian Jiayi would call Cheng Huan and let her know.
Her father had a bad heart. Digging their heels in now would only put Cheng Huan in an even more difficult position.
After hanging up, Luo Bisheng flopped backward, knocking the back of his head against the headboard without even reacting.
Knowing that message hadn't been what she wanted took a weight off his heart. Nothing was resolved, but at least-she was still herself.
That was enough.
Wang Xiaoliang glanced at the time and stood up.
"I'm going to buy some drinks."
"Okay." Luo Bisheng waved weakly.
Wang Xiaoliang left the room and only took out his phone when he reached the hotel.
He dialed.
The call connected after one ring.
"Home yet?" Wei Zijin's voice came through.
"No, I'm staying at an esports hotel with Bisheng."
"Is Bisheng next to you?"
"No, I came out specifically to call you."
Wei Zijin didn't pick up on that, shifting the conversation instead. "How did today go? Did meeting the parents go smoothly?"
After eating beef offal, Wang Xiaoliang had messaged Wei Zijin to say that Cheng Huan's parents had somehow followed them to Fucheng too. Since they had to talk things out afterward, he wouldn't be making their morning call.
He wandered aimlessly along the sidewalk.
The city's clamor showed no sign of dying down. Smoke drifted over from barbecue stalls, and quite a few women in short skirts stood smoking outside a karaoke bar.
Wang Xiaoliang told her everything that had happened that day, from beginning to end.
Cheng Huan's father's attitude, Luo Bisheng talking back on the spot, the