“Kun, what’s up?”

“Xia Nuan, where are you now? I can pick you up.” There came the sound of Song Kuncheng with warm concern on the other side of the phone.

Xia Nuan smiled sweetly, but she refused politely, “That won’t be necessary, Kun. I’m working now. I can’t go back tonight, and may stay here for a few days.”

“But I’m worried about you.”

“No need, Kun, I will go back tomorrow...”

As Xia Nuan ...