"Alright." Lin Nuan looked at Tuan Tuan who was stretching his neck to look up and tightened her grip on her phone as she tried to sound polite, saying, "What time are you coming over? I'll pack up Tuan Tuan's belongings."
Lin Nuan faintly heard from the other end of the line the sound of Fu Huai'an's assistant calling out for Mr. Fu, followed by the light sounds of the tip of a pen scraping against paper.
"If it goes smoothly, I'll probably be there by 10.30p.m," Fu Huai'an replied calmly.
Understanding that Fu Huai'an was still busy, Lin Nuan simply said, "Okay."
…
Fu Huai'an was always punctual, but today, there was no call from him by 10.40p.m.
Remembering that Fu Huai'an said that if all went well he would be there by 10.30p.m., Lin Nuan frowned, wondering if that meant that something went wrong.
