Seeing Lu Man yawn, Xia Qingwei hurriedly chased her to sleep. "Quickly pack up and go to bed. You've been busy the whole day."
"Ok," Lu Man said goodnight to Xia Qingwei. She hurriedly removed her make-up, packed her stuff and went to her room.
Although she laid on the bed, she could not fall asleep immediately. Taking a look at her phone, she saw that there was no still message from Han Zhuoli.
After about 20 minutes, her phone rang.
Lu Man quickly picked up her phone and took a look. Indeed, it was a call from Han Zhuoli.
"Did you reach home?" Lu Man answered the call and asked softly.
Currently, the lights in her bedroom were switched off. It was pitch black except for the moonlight drifting in through the open window.
Hearing Han Zhuoli's voice, Lu Man felt very warm and comfortable.
