Qinghe glanced at the little ones who had been sticking close to her, thought for a moment, and decided to call Weisheng Yueren to tell him not to wait up for her, as she wouldn't be coming home tonight.
"Okay." There was a pause on the other end before she heard the attractive voice's clipped reply.
After hanging up, Weisheng Yueren bowed his head to look at the surprise that had nearly taken a day to prepare, pursed his lips, his whole being exuded loneliness and desolation.
Qinghe's beautiful willow brows furrowed slightly; she had a feeling that Weisheng Yueren was acting a bit off just now, but after talking for a while, she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
