Time shifted from early morning to noon.
Gu Zixuan just sat there quietly all along.
It wasn't until the phone rang that she snapped back to reality.
Seeing the name displayed on the screen, she chuckled lightly and slowly slid to answer.
"Hello, what's up?"
On the other end, He Qimo was obviously taken aback for a moment.
Then, his deep voice came through the receiver, "Are you at home?"
"Yeah."
"I brought a folder home yesterday, could you put it away for me? In a few days, there will be a board meeting, it needs to be presented."
"Oh, okay."
"..." After a moment of silence, He Qimo asked, "Is there anything else?"
"No, wasn't it you who called?"
He Qimo didn't respond, and shortly after, the beeping sound of the disconnected line came through the receiver...
After hanging up, He Qimo stared at the darkened phone screen, took a drag of his cigarette, and furrowed his brows deeply.
