The man on the other end of the phone listened to the girl's gentle and soft voice, and his whole heart turned into tender affection.
"Tutu, what are you doing? Missing me?" Gu Yelin asked with a light laugh, his voice deep and pleasant.
Hearing the low laugh and the faint sound of firecrackers coming from the man on the other end of the phone, An Yiqing guessed he must be outside.
"Hmm, Ah Lin, aren't you at home?"
"In the yard, setting off firecrackers with Gu Tingting. Tutu, you haven't answered me, do you miss me?"
An Yiqing pursed her lips helplessly, with no way to deal with Gu Yelin's astuteness and patience.
"Hmm, I miss you... I do miss you..." she said shyly, her voice low.
Listening to An Yiqing's soft words, Gu Yelin, whose black eyes were usually cold, showed joy and indulgence. He looked up at the elders beside him, nodded politely, and then strode upstairs.
