Mu Jiujiu unnaturally cleared her throat and immediately changed the subject, listening to her son's never-ending narrative of daily stories. Although she was very tired and weary, she still couldn't bear to hang up the phone until her son's eyelids became heavy, and finally his head tilted, falling asleep beside Tang Jin.
Tang Jin took the phone from her son's hand and looked at the woman on the screen, who seemed to have lost a lot of weight since she left. But because she had just finished work, she was still in her ancient costume, which honestly suited her; the makeup was truly beautiful.
"When are you coming back?" Tang Jin asked directly.
"Not sure." Mu Jiujiu really didn't know; after this drama wrapped up, she had to rush to the next set immediately. Perhaps there wouldn't be time to return before the end of the year.
"Your son misses you. Can't you take a couple of days off to come back?" There was a hint of complaint in Tang Jin's tone.
