Gu Yanjing left the tea room to take a call outside in the corridor.
As soon as the call connected, Qiao Yuxian laughed and said, "Mr. Gu, are you missing me?"
Gu Yanjing: "......"
"Hmm? Why aren't you speaking?" Qiao Yuxian continued, "Hmm... is Mr. Gu feeling shy?"
"Where are you tonight?" Gu Yanjing didn't answer her question.
"Here," Qiao Yuxian's voice was as cheerful as ever.
But Gu Yanjing still sensed that she wasn't in a good mood.
"Oh no, I won't be able to see my handsome Mr. Gu tonight. I wonder if I can sleep, or if I'll suffer from insomnia," Qiao Yuxian teased in a drawn-out tone.
Bathed in moonlight, Gu Yanjing stood in the corridor, his posture rigid, with a stern expression, exuding a serene and cold demeanor like the clear moon.
He said coolly, "Be serious."
Qiao Yuxian chuckled on the other end of the call, persistently asking, "So, do you miss me?"
Gu Yanjing pressed his lips together without saying a word.
