After returning to the company, Su Liuying sat at her desk, absent-minded, staring at the documents on her desk, unable to muster any energy.
"Why hasn't the phone rung yet?"
She kept glancing at her phone, aware that the flight from City S to Italy took at least four hours and Quan Tianyou couldn't possibly call so soon, but she was still restless and couldn't calm down.
As Wen Xiaojie passed by her carrying a cup of water and saw her looking forlorn and agitated, she teased, "Yo, Liuying, is there any need to be this on edge? Your husband just went on a business trip; he'll be back in a few days! When my dear goes away on business trips, I'm not as fussy as you. I'm used to it!"
While not willing to admit it, Su Liuying retorted, "Who's being fussy?"
"Oh come on, just now your face clearly read 'I'm annoyed, don't mess with me!' I had to think for a few seconds before daring to approach you, afraid I'd step on a landmine and get blown up with a BIU!"
