After moving the items into the car, Xie Limo and Yun Bixue searched for a restaurant and went in for a meal.
Just as Xie Limo was putting some food into Yun Bixue's bowl, she received a call. She looked at the screen of her phone, and her brows knitted solemnly.
Xie Limo continued picking up more food for Yun Bixue, his movements elegant, and didn't interrupt her train of thought. He had many things he wished she would judge correctly. It was because he wanted his wife to be sufficiently powerful—if she could learn to protect herself, then he could finally feel at ease.
Yun Bixue hesitated but still picked up the call. "Hello?"
"Is that Bixue? I'm your youngest uncle. When are you free? Come home to visit."
"Youngest Uncle, I'm busy with work matters right nows so I don't have any free time at the moment. I'll come visit one day when I can."
