"Alright!"
Eldest Young Master Yan quickly agreed, only to quickly change the subject. "When are you coming back?"
Obviously, Zhu Qianying seemed to be taken aback on the other end of the phone, then obediently replied, "The day after tomorrow at noon!"
"Yep, send me the flight number later. I'll pick you up!"
"No need!" Zhu Qianying refused resolutely.
"Stop talking nonsense! Be simple, so I won't have to look it up." Young Master Yan's overbearing personality occasionally popped out uncontrollably.
Zhu Qianying fell silent again, in the end, she obediently compromised.
"I've sent it to you! If there's nothing else, I'll hang up!"
The two said goodbye to each other. Although the conversation was devoid of any sweet words, after hanging up, Young Master Yan felt the depression that had been weighing on his heart was gone. At this moment, he felt incredibly relaxed.
