Lian Su's face turned serious in a second, "The Young Master is dealing with some very thorny business these past days, but he'll definitely come home once it's over, Young Madam can rest assured."
Luo Qiangwei lowered her head and uttered a soft "Oh."
Miss him?
She wasn't missing him. It was just that he'd been clinging to her all this time, shamelessly insisting on holding her as they slept at night. Now that he was suddenly gone these past few days, she just felt a bit unaccustomed, that's all.
Yes, it had nothing to do with anything else, just a matter of habit in daily life.
No sooner had Lian Su stepped out than her phone vibrated, indicating she had a new WeChat message.
She opened it to find that Luo Hongying had sent her a photo—
The scene was set in a bed, with Luo Hongying lying sweetly in the crook of Moh Shiche's arm, her head resting on his chest.
