Yan Rusheng had gone on a work trip to settle important issues, so it would mean that he should be hustling or entertaining potential clients—not lounging back at his hotel at such an early hour.
But even so, Xuxu sent him a text.
'Have you eaten dinner?'
'Will you be able to come back tomorrow?'
She thought she would have to wait for some time before receiving his reply. To her surprise, her phone rang almost immediately.
She instantly picked up the phone.
A familiar voice—that she had missed very much—echoed from the other line. "Xuxu, are you thinking of me?"
He sounded a little tipsy, and there were sounds of the clattering of cutlery in the background. He should be in the midst of dinner.
Xuxu's heart softened a little when she heard his voice. She quickly responded, "So, any progress?"
"It's settled. I can go home tomorrow." Yan Rusheng's voice sounded contented and sluggish.
