At the Zhuo Family mansion, Su Ningyan watched the sky gradually darken. Winter, where the night always comes early.
She checked the time, unsure when her uncle would return home today.
She didn't want to disturb him if he was busy, so out of helplessness, Su Ningyan could only call Secretary Luo.
Secretary Luo felt awkward after receiving Su Ningyan's call.
As instructed by the President, if the First Lady calls, tell her he's detained by business.
"Secretary Luo, is Mr. Zhuo busy today? Does he need to work overtime?"
With a stiff expression Secretary Luo replied, "Madam, Mr. Zhuo has engagements tonight."
From Secretary Luo, Su Ningyan couldn't find out what time her uncle would return.
In the past, if he wasn't coming back, he would call her.
Even during lunchtime, he would call her to ask what she had for lunch.
Back when they would chat aimlessly, she didn't find it unusual.
Now, she terribly missed those times, she never felt that Zhuo Junyue was too far from her.
