After stepping out of the greenhouse dome, Han Qiwu was just about to take a break when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
Answering the call, he saw it was Tang Qingying.
"The project failed. Are you home?" Tang Qingying's voice was full of disappointment.
Han Qiwu paused for a moment—he wasn't particularly good at comforting people. "Yeah, I'm home. Are you hungry? Want something tasty? How about spicy boiled fish?"
Tang Qingying, who had been feeling rather upset, reflexively swallowed after hearing those three words, "spicy boiled fish." She glanced at the time and said, "Do you have an extra room? I'll drive over now."
"I do. Drive safely if you're coming at night." Han Qiwu hesitated briefly before nodding and replying.
"Alright, I'll head over then!" Tang Qingying didn't waste time; as soon as the call ended, she changed her clothes and drove off toward Han Qiwu's home.
