The temperature in the car kept rising.
What she asked wasn’t about Su Han, but the situation still developed uncontrollably this way.
Shi Sui pinched her palm, barely calming down: “Actually, that’s not what I was asking about.”
After speaking, she felt Yan Tingli’s gaze fixed on her face, and the temperature cooled somewhat.
That ambiguous atmosphere seemed to be burst by an invisible needle.
“After dinner, where exactly did you go? You even got caught in the rain.” Shi Sui jumped away from the previous topic, guiding further, “Did something happen?”
Shi Sui’s heartbeat accelerated.
And Yan Tingli’s pause was longer than any before.
“Ran away from home.”
Shi Sui: “Did you…fight with Uncle Yan and them?”
Yan Tingli lowered his brows: “Mm, they want to kick me out of the house.”
Shi Sui’s eyes widened: “That can’t be possible.”
“It’s true.” He said seriously, “I can only elope with you.”
Shi Sui couldn’t come back to her senses for a long time, her expression tangled.
Song Jie hadn’t told her any of this!
“Then,” she stammered, going with the flow, “then you should call Aunt Song back and apologize.”
Yan Tingli lifted his eyelids, glancing at her.
This glance made Shi Sui evasively look away, her fingers unconsciously circling.
Of course, she didn’t dare say it was Song Jie’s assigned task, instinctively feeling Yan Tingli wouldn’t comply.
“Why should I apologize?”
Shi Sui was stunned.
Yan Tingli’s voice sounded cold: “You don’t know the inside story, yet you want me to apologize?”
Realizing her mistake, Shi Sui said hesitantly: “…Sorry.”
Yan Tingli: “I didn’t ask you to apologize.”
Shi Sui suddenly didn’t know what else to say.
She regretted not trying harder to find excuses to refuse Song Jie.
After a few seconds of silence, “Then let’s not talk about this anymore.”
Suddenly, Yan Tingli’s phone rang.
Shi Sui saw – it was Song Jie.
He did not react, as if he didn’t see it, and didn’t answer.
With the previous experience, Shi Sui didn’t speak up to ask.
But unexpectedly, as soon as Yan Tingli’s ringtone stopped, her phone in her bag started ringing continuously.
Shi Sui’s expression changed.
Her eyes couldn’t hide things. Almost as soon as the ringtone started, she began to nervously and uncontrollably panic.
“Might be a spam call.” She hurriedly went to hang up her bag.
Before she could touch it, her phone was pulled out first by Yan Tingli. He held it high, glancing at it.
A short snort came from his throat.
Yan Tingli slid his finger and answered. There was no expression on his face.
Shi Sui’s heart almost jumped out, frantically trying to snatch it.
Yan Tingli held her arm with one hand while speaking to the other end: “There’s only one reason I don’t answer calls – because I don’t want to. Finding anyone else is useless.”
“As for what you’re worried about, I can give you an accurate answer, too. I heard it, heard it very clearly.”
“If you miss Yan Congjin, North Suburb Cemetery number 089, you can visit him anytime.”
After speaking, he hung up the phone and casually threw it on the seat cushion.
Only silence remained in the car.
Knowing Yan Tingli dared to say anything, she hadn’t expected him to be this audacious.
…What an unfilial son.
His gaze turned to her. She would be next, and Shi Sui didn’t know what expression to put on.
Yan Tingli was too smart. Such small tricks couldn’t fool him – he could see through them at a glance.
Yan Tingli also didn’t speak.
His long eyelashes dropped, and the warm light in his eyes also disappeared.