Tan Wenxi quickly prepared three simple, home-style dishes. As he brought them out, Gu Xuehan seemed to be on a phone call. Seeing him, she lowered her voice slightly and moved away from the living room, into her study, as if making a call she didn't want Tan Wenxi to overhear.
But she didn't look like she was on a work call, so was it a personal matter?
Tan Wenxi felt a momentary pang of disappointment. He wished he had super-hearing, so he could eavesdrop on who Gu Xuehan was talking to. Was it a man? Was it another one of her suitors?