When the video call connected, a raw Chinese voice came from the other end. Seeing a blond-haired, blue-eyed man on the screen, An Xiangrong's eyes were filled with a bit more smile, "I'm fine."
"Darling, you sneaked back to the country without telling me. I couldn't find you when I went to America a few days ago. I still haven't sent the gift I brought for darling Weiwei."
Seeing that the man at the other end was about to start talking about their daily life, An Xiangrong gently interrupted him, "Rui, I'm with some friends right now. I made this call because one of my friends really likes your work, and she wants to say hello to you."
"Of course, your friends are my friends."
Hearing Rui's response, An Xiangrong could not help but twitch the corners of her mouth, handing her phone directly to Madam Wang. As she turned her back, An Xiangrong felt a burning gaze. Without thinking, she knew it was Gu Mingyu.
