"..." Zi Ruoxi said nothing, silently taking the phone. The ringtone still resounded, as if one could see the caller's anxious mood. Zi Ruoxi glanced at it expressionlessly, then pressed her finger lightly, connecting the call.
"Hello?" A gentle, lazy female voice softly lacked any strength.
"...Zi Ruoxi, it's me... Have you rested? Sorry to disturb you." The deep, magnetic voice of Qiao Junlie came from the other side. He was in the president's office at Caesar Building, gazing at her photo on the desk, slightly in a daze. For some reason, he found this night restless and his heart disturbed. Hadn't he visited her earlier this morning? Why now?... Oh, I must really miss her... Zi Ruoxi, I love you so so much! Don't worry, I'll soon bring you back, and together we'll return to our beloved warm home.
