Chen Shaojun called. He waited there for half an hour, but did not wait for Tian Feifei. Finally, he felt strange and called.

"I'm here. Thank you. It's okay with your fingers."

"Tian Feifei, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Shaojun immediately noticed something strange.

"It's OK."

It's one's own housework, one's own private business, and her relationship with him has not reached that level.

"Tian Feifei, is it really all right?"

"Yes, it's really all right."

Then there's nothing to say.

Hearing Chen Shaojun's almost obscure sigh over there, Tian Feifei finally hung up.

How could she not know Chen Shaojun's mind? But now she doesn't have any thoughts at...