By the time he returned to Dilan Mo Residence, the night had deepened considerably.
As soon as Long Chengyu got home, he entered the study.
His mobile phone had been busy throughout the evening; he likely had urgent matters to attend to now.
Shu Yimo went straight to the bedroom, where three large rows of closets were already filled with clothes prepared for her, as well as various styles of shoes, most of which suited her fashion style, so Shu Yimo did not reject them.
She took a comfortable bathrobe and then went to the bathroom.
Inside the study, Long Chengyu sat at his desk with a half-burnt cigarette idly held between his fingers, casually killing time, a faint smell of smoke lingering in the air.
It was at this moment that the mobile phone on the desk began to ring.
Long Chengyu's handsome brows furrowed slightly as he glanced at the caller ID but didn't pick up.
However, the person on the other end was relentless. As soon as the call dropped, it came through again.
