Only when she was alone in the living room did Song Weiyi's body finally relax, and she slumped onto the sofa with her head drooping.
She never expected the joking conversation with Pei Yibai to come true, that he really didn't come home, and it was suffocating.
It was after ten o'clock, what was he doing? Had he eaten dinner and taken a bath?
Maybe he was buried in work again?
She really didn't understand how he could be so busy. Even if he was pretending, did he need to bring work home every day? Wasn't he afraid that this would make her even more suspicious?
"Fine, I owe you one, but I can't help but worry if I don't ask," Song Weiyi muttered and took out her phone.
After staring at his name for a long time, Song Weiyi finally dialed the number.
A single day apart felt like an eternity.
She didn't know what he was thinking, but she really missed him, even though they had just seen each other in the morning.
