Just as she was about to ask Yin Tao where she was studying, her cell phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the caller ID, Feng Ya stood up and walked a little further away before answering the call.
"Second Miss, you've already gotten off the plane?"
A calm and serious male voice came from the cell phone. Feng Ya frowned helplessly and said unhappily, "Secretary Yan, can you stop calling me that? Can't you call me Xiaoya? We've known each other for more than twenty years."
The male voice on the phone paused for a moment and quickly asked again, "Xiaoya, are you disembarking from the plane now? Should I pick you up?"
Feng Ya was already used to Secretary Yan's meticulous personality. She sighed and replied, "I'm at Feng Fing's place. We'll go home together on his birthday."
"But Old Master Feng thought that you would be home today…"
