"Huh? What else would it be?"
"You didn't call because you missed me?"
"Nope. I'm going to keep using my face mask. You're busy, bye."
The call on the other end had already been hung up. Lu Qing listened to a whole load of gossip and, recalling that incident from the other day, genuinely felt a little sorry.
After all, what he did was indeed a bit excessive.
Having signed just about all of the documents in hand, he glanced at Han Shu and said evenly:
"Make arrangements. I need a luxury romantic hotel suite."
"Understood, Mr. Lu."
After a moment's thought, Lu Qing added, "Prepare premium champagne as well. Also, organize a romantic artificial snowfall."
Han Shu: .....
"Mr. Lu, are you... proposing?"
Lu Qing didn't answer. He was merely trying to make up for the regret left behind from their first night together. As for proposing or not...
