A few seconds later, she turned to Xie Qinghuan: "Qinghuan, do you think he won't back out?"
"Enough, what on earth does that little brain of yours think about all day?"
The two nestled on the sofa, and Xie Qinghuan found a comedy film. They laughed heartily, and Qiao Mo's mood improved considerably.
"Sleep." Seeing it was almost midnight, considering Qiao Mo was pregnant, Xie Qinghuan didn't insist on keeping her up.
After all, Qiao Mo was pampered since childhood, with lots of quirks. Any headache or fever could be a big deal.
The room lights were turned off, pitch black.
However, neither of them seemed able to sleep, so they started chatting aimlessly.
Not knowing how much time had passed, just as Qiao Mo was about to drift off, the phone suddenly rang.
She immediately sat up reflexively, grabbing the phone. Seeing the number on it, she felt slightly relieved.
"Hello..."
"Where are you?"
It was his voice, somewhat deep.
"At Qinghuan's." Qiao Mo said softly.
