He Xing's voice came through, "Xiaohan, are you listening to me?"
Fu Han immediately snapped out of her untimely reverie and looked at the screen at He Xing, her beautiful face slightly flushed, "You... Sorry, I didn't catch that. Could you say it again?"
A hearty laugh came through. He Xing was exceptionally happy; his icy face suddenly burst into life, radiant as the midday winter sun, making one's mood lift unconsciously.
Fu Han's eyes instantly turned into crescent moons; her mind again became mush, losing the ability to think.
"I was asking you," He Xing's gentle voice said through the phone, his gaze growing especially tender: "I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow morning. What would you like to eat?"
"Ah? Breakfast delivery?" Fu Han's small head shook like a bobblehead as she hurriedly said, "No need, no need, I have to go to the company to check on things tomorrow. I'll just buy something downstairs."
