Shuiyunjian.
Just after seven o'clock, the sky had darkened.
Chu Liangxia stayed in the study, somewhat absentmindedly editing videos.
Ever since Feng Ziheng returned, she had been in the study and had not gone out.
She could vaguely hear the noise outside, but the soundproofing of the study was too good, and she couldn't make out the specific sounds.
She didn't know whether he had cooked for himself or not.
Chu Liangxia furrowed her brows, becoming more and more tangled.
Suddenly, the WeChat notification sound came from her phone.
She picked it up without thinking.
Xiaoming: I'm always free, when will you record the song?
Uh.
The few songs she had written recently, both lyrics and music, had been shown to Xiaoming, and he was quite looking forward to them, waiting for her to come over to record, but she hadn't had the time until now.
Chu Wang: I'm not free right now.
Xiaoming: You're going to lose me this way...
