"This doesn't look like your handwriting."
Liang Xu quickly replied on WeChat, "This was written by a staff member I asked to write it for you. There was an emergency at the time, otherwise I would have definitely written a love poem for my wife, expressing my love for you!"
Jiang Jiu snorted, "I thought it was from some girl who had given it to you."
"I only have my wife in my heart, where's the room for other girls?"
Jiang Jiu typed expressionlessly, "Got it, drive safely, I'm going to sleep."
"Wife, good night!"
After putting down the phone, Jiang Jiu threw the biscuit into the trash can and turned back to the bedroom.
Returning to work the next day, for media workers, they almost have no fixed rest time; having four days off this time was already quite good.