In such a quiet space, her quickening heartbeat was more obvious.
"Master, was everything fine at work during your trip to Iceland this time?"
"Mmhmm."
"The scenery there must be really beautiful."
"Mmhmm."
"Do you always go on business trips for this long?"
"Mmhmm."
He gave the same answer to every question, and Shen Qianshu felt like yelling at him. Can you stop giving me one-word replies? I'm trying hard to initiate a conversation. Why can't you keep the conversation going? How are we supposed to have a nice conversation when all you say is 'mmhmm?'
He's always so good at killing conversations.
Luckily, she was already used to having awkward small talks with him.
It was still the same—be it seven years ago or seven years after.
"Master, did you hire a fashion stylist?"
"No." He was focused on putting on the medication for her.
