He Xing sighed, not because of the difficulty of the problem, but because solving it required painstaking effort and time, which was really what troubled him the most.
The cold night wind blew over, and He Xing tightened his sleeves before taking out his phone to send a message to Fu Han, "Xiaohan, there are still some issues at the company that haven't been settled. I might need to stay here a few more days. Take care of yourself in H City."
After sending the message, he didn't expect a reply from Fu Han. She had never replied before.
To his surprise, just as he was about to put his phone back into his pocket, it buzzed with a message. He looked down and saw it was actually from Fu Han.
Immense joy flooded He Xing's heart. His hands were trembling as he opened the message.
Fu Han's message was brief, "Got it, same to you."
