Mei Xiawen had been concentrating on driving, but his heart couldn't help trembling when he heard Gu Nianzhi lazily answer her phone with a simple "hello." He could listen to her voice tirelessly.
Huo Shaoheng's gaze was lowered to the cigarette in his fingers. His voice was deeper than usual and held a indescribable magnetism that could steal hearts. He slowly called out her name, "Nianzhi."
Gu Nianzhi straightened immediately, delighted.
"Uncle Huo??"
"Mhmm." Huo Shaoheng answered dryly.
"Uncle Huo, you're not busy now?"
"I just finished."
"When will you be back?" Gu Nianzhi asked softly, her question balancing within the tender notes of her voice.
