Cheng Yi's car is in the front, and two people are sitting in the car chatting.

"is Li Jianbei not in?" Cheng asked lightly, as if casually.

looking out of the window, Tang Xiaoxiao casually replied, "he's on a business trip, and he won't be back in a few days."

"master, how is your writing recently?"

"well, it's you. I haven't written it for a long time!" Cheng takes a look at Tang Xiaoxiao, who still looks out of the window.

"well, it hasn't been written for two months."

she hasn't written much since she miscarried, and occasionally she also draws a few strokes.

thinking of this, Tang Xiaoxiao thought...