September, a gentle autumn breeze.
When her agent Feng Ziheng called, Chu Liangxia was choosing scripts in Ling Xize's small garden.
Ling and Zizhuo were playing cards in the living room.
Just as she found a script she liked, Zizhuo ran out with her phone.
"Chu, your husband's call," Zizhuo said, his speech unclear with a card in his mouth.
"Huh?"
Chu Liangxia turned around, holding the script, her face a picture of confusion due to her immersion in the content, as if she were an unmarried girl.
Zizhuo's lips twitched slightly as he tossed the phone to her and then clattered back to the living room in his slippers to continue playing cards with Ling Xize. From afar, Liangxia could hear Zizhuo complaining that his soda was gone, followed by a scream.
"Xiaofeng, hello."
Seeing the caller ID, Chu Liangxia put the phone to her ear, her eyes smiling.
"Miss Chu, mind your manners," Feng Ziheng corrected her.
