Coincidentally, not long after Xia Wanyuan clicked on Jun Shiling's voice message, Jun Shiling called.
"Has the filming ended?" The deep and magnetic voice was like an electric current that lingered in Xia Wanyuan's ears.
"It's over."
"Then are you going to the apartment? I'll look for you for dinner after the meeting, okay?"
"Mm," Xia Wanyuan replied.
When she returned to the apartment, the food that Jun Shiling had gotten someone to prepare was already on the table.
Xia Wanyuan leaned on the sofa in boredom and clicked on the audio recording of Jun Shiling's recital.
Hence, when Jun Shiling opened the door, he heard his voice in the living room.
Hearing the door open, Xia Wanyuan hurriedly switched off her phone and sat up.
Jun Shiling walked over and picked her up. "Why do I hear my voice?"
