Xu Qingyan pondered for a moment, his pen spinning on the paper.
Suddenly, a call came through—it was Lin Wanzhou, who called every day to announce the time of her return to Xinghai. Even though the content was always the same, her tone was exceptionally serious.
"I'm coming back, in five days."
"Mm, I know, I'll come to pick you up."
"Where are you now?" Lin Wanzhou asked with interest, "Working again?"
Almost, I wasn't there yesterday.
Fortunately, when he received Lin Wanzhou's call yesterday, he was watching TV in Pei Muchan's living room. He had just picked up the call and didn't give anything away, feeling a sense of reckless abandon.
"Yes, I'm writing a screenplay." Xu Qingyan explained, "Once you're back, how long can you stay in Xinghai? Off to work again in a week?"
On the other end of the line, Lin Wanzhou's voice carried a trace of apology.
