"Ling Weihao, when will you come back?" The pleasant voice of Li Xiyu was like a beautiful song to him.

He looked at the night sky outside the French window, the brightly lit buildings and the intersecting highway. He didn't know how long he had been half asleep here, but he only knew that no one had come in to disturb him

He said lightly, "wait a minute!"

"I heard that you sounded unhappy. Is there any trouble at work or any reason?" It had to be said that Li Xiyu was a careful woman. Even if she didn't face to face, she could feel the bottom of her heart...