After Murong Qiao announced the news of her relationship, the warm dinner ended quickly.
"Goodnight, Young Miss." Uncle Yang smiled as usual.
Among the people who received the news, Uncle Yang was probably the happiest.
He had urged the Young Masters countless times to get a partner, but there was no news. In the end, it was the Young Miss who was the most self-aware in this aspect.
"Goodnight, Uncle Yang."
Murong Qiao nodded in confusion and walked upstairs, planning to return to her room. Therefore, she didn't see the gratified expression on Uncle Yang's face.
She pushed open the door, found her cell phone, and called Huo Yichen.
The call was immediately answered on the first ring, as if someone had been staring at the cell phone.
"Qiaoqiao?" It was Huo Yichen.
There was a hint of panting, as if he had just been exercising.
