Shen Mosheng hesitated, pressed the answer button, and remained silent throughout the call. At last, he only said one sentence, "I know," and then hung up, continuing to eat calmly as if it was just an unimportant call.
"What's wrong?" Han Yingying asked, somewhat worried.
Could something have happened?
Shen Mosheng chuckled softly, speaking tenderly, "It's nothing, hurry up and eat, it's getting cold!"
Some things wouldn't be helped even if he went back now, so it would be better to calmly accompany Yingying for dinner. Who knows, there might not be such leisure time in the future.
War seemed to have already begun, and he would have to devote himself entirely to the battle!
Han Yingying was still not reassured and looked at him intently.
Shen Mosheng turned his head to look at her, his eyes warm, "Yingying, I'm really fine, don't worry about me."
